S*XY BILLIONAIRE BOYS CLUB 1: SEBASTIAN

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om my seat and navigated through the bustling coffee shop crowd. "Annie Position," the barista called out again. I

burning from the unexpected attention my clever alias had garnered. The barista flashed me a playful wink. "Cute," she

pristine surface of a white button-down shirt. "Damn it," the guy exclaimed, his arms outstretched, his eyes locked on the slow, green

d a handful of napkins. His hand covered mine, and his blue eyes shimmered like a tropical sea beneath

got it," he reassured me, a captivating smile gracing his lips. Suddenly, a female voice interrupted our mome

arrowing and her mauve lips pursed in irritation. Folding her arms, she challenged me with an arched eyebrow. "Do so

half-authoritative tone, addressing the woman. "Go order her another one," he suggested, trying

at the woman, and then he turned his intense gaze on me. "

r irritation palpable. Who were these two? Some power-couple from t

this bizarre encounter and return to the safety of my c

er arms folded, unde

t, it's—"

nding tone he'd used earlier with his friend. "Isn't

smile even though my cheeks felt like

plied, dabbing at

ut not so kind to your friends?" I gestured towards the blonde wi

who seems to be having a rough day," he continue

ied with a half-smile. "And what about yo

with a smile. "She'll

d awkwardness. "I'll just go wait over there." I pointed towards my

" he said, shifting his gaze between the w

as going to look back at him or take my eyes off my computer screen, where the black-haire

l. Finally, I could collapse back into the booth, my nerves on edge from the whirlwind of events. By the time I colle

d high school friends who lived in the area tonight, and right now, a drink—or maybe ten, or twenty—sounded like a great idea. Then again, maybe not. Tomorrow was my cousin's wedding

hosen for this weekend. They were meant to match the burgundy dress I'd be wearing to the wedding, and I had decided to break them in ton

ther look, but it was futile. "Forget it. It's not like I'm out here to impress anyone tonight," I chuckled at the thought. Ti

lth and influence from its grand entrance. Flags from around the world hung proudly above the doorway, and the line

lebrity," the Uber drive

ated through the bustling crowd and the opulence that surrou

ions for when I arrived. "Miss Taylor," he acknowledged, shuffl

at a rooftop lounge," I re

him. "I see," he said, then beckoned someone named Richard

heels. The atmosphere on the rooftop was electric, but clearly tailored to a more affluent clientele. I followed Richard to the

iends I hadn't seen since gra

d me in a warm hug. "You l

gh the air as we exchanged warm greetings. Ash, beaming with pride, introduced her husband Brent, a tall man with a prematurely receding hairline. The spotlight then shifted to Gabby, who playfully show

generous soul, insisted on treating me to a drink, reminiscing about the passage of time and our cherished bond. However, I couldn't help

ends teased me, diverting my attention from the conversation between Brent and Jon. Engrossed in catching up,

surroundings of the rooftop venue juxtaposed against her financial struggles, leaving me perplexed as to why she would choose such a lavish setting. Mir'

over me. Questions about my father's well-being, my relationship status, and my presence in San Francisco came pouring in, overwhelming me with their intensity. Seeking solace

While her words resonated, I couldn't help but feel a sense of detachment from the group. Was it them who had changed,

xed, as my friends seemed disinterested in my lackluster plans. The conversation took an unexpected turn, delving into a realm of explicit discussions about orgasm

thanked the changing environment for allowing m

ensing that I was stuck amidst their romantic entanglements, I gracefully excused myself, not quite ready to depart from the breathtaking view

in a way that no painting or photograph could capture. It was a sensory experience, feeling the energy of the city and witnessing its grandeur fir

shing in my hand, only to find myself face-to-face with the captivating stranger from the coffee shop earlier. My l

ied, my voice betraying my astonishment. "I guess we do have a bit of a history, don't we?" His gaze flickered down to

ing to find the right words to engage in conversation with this stunning individ

ork," he responded, his smile widening. "And did you s

did, actually. Thanks for asking." A mixture of curiosity and intrigue sw

? The moment I saw you tonight, I couldn't help

magnetic pull between us, but caution urged me to tread carefully. "And you

ns. "I am here on business," he admitted, his voice tinged with intri

olutely reminded myself that I would not succumb to becoming a home wrecker, especially after innocentl

d, my voice laced with regret. "I'm afr

t a shame. I was hoping to find the one person not under the inf

along his jaw only accentuated the perfection of his chiseled features. His tousled, jet-black hair hinted at a hint of rebellion, while his piercing eyes seemed to peer into the

lear the haze of alcohol from my mind. "The views truly are breathtaking," he remarked, his gaze fixed on the ci

ps, a seductive smile spreading across his face, revealing a set of perfectly white teeth. "If appreciating a beautiful wom

ed to be filled with scotch. "A man who would rather not be here this weekend," he confessed, his gaze scanning the opulent rooftop surroundi

ystery man. "So, I assume that means you were also subjected to the medical conference or whatever the hell my friend Mir called it? Sha

dull and mind-numbingly boring." "So, you're a doctor then?" I asked, his intense gaze causing a flicker of a

d, signaling for a waiter to approach our table. "Can we get..." he glanced at me, his expression

lic indulgence. "Extravaganza?" he repeated, a lighthearted twinkle in his eyes. "And water?" His eyes

onversation. "I'll have water, please." "Water for the lovely lady, and another scotch for me," he i

t we simply stick with Annie?" I suggested with a smile. "Let's face it; we're complete strangers, and I hig

ng?" Ah, there it was. He wasn't here for idle chit-chat. Why did I even entertain the notion? He was undeniably attractive, an arrogant doctor who, like my friends, wa

ip of water. "And there goes my self-esteem," he mockingly placed a hand over his heart. "I'm su

arming smile. "As I mentioned, I'm just here, and I've been keeping an

s arm, realizing that this guy was clearly in excellen

tood. "Let me cal

y phone to confirm the ride request. I needed to get out of there before I made a

the wolves," he said, his lips form

s fingers traced down my arms. "It's been nice seeing you. I only wish it could have been more than small talk." His lips grazed my ear as he whispered, and I found myself momentarily unable to respond

wn, and we'd never see each other again. A few more drinks, and I wouldn't have cared about the consequences. I'd never been one to be a

he'd gone, but then my phone

verything is well and you had a good visit

ith friends had been a disappointment. I had no idea where the hell the girls or their men were at this point, and I had to attend that wedding tomorrow. This reunion fe

ow. I'll text you tomorrow after the

ove yo

nd decided to head back to my room, leaving behind the temptat