My Billionaire (Trilogy)(Erotic Romance Stories) by M.J. Bradley

Author:M.J. Bradley [Bradley, M.J.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2013-11-06T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 4

Jason sat in his room, swiveling around on his chair and constantly checking his computer to see if Molly was online — she wasn’t. She was ‘flying under the radar’ when it came to all the popular social networking sites, it seemed. He refreshed the page anyway, just in case. The coin was on his desk, glinting as a shaft of morning sunlight penetrated his blinds. Jason picked it up — it was cold and yet somehow warm — and studied it. It was normal looking, just an old, rusty piece of metal. So why did it hold such significance for him? He dropped it — he didn’t know, couldn’t try to comprehend. He didn’t particularly care — he just wanted to know where Molly was and what she was doing.

No — he wasn’t crazy. That thought had crossed his mind, and he had argued it out with himself, and he was sure he wasn’t crazy. He was just interested, curious — he just wanted to know to where the girl who had given him such hope had disappeared. It was rude to stand someone up on a date — that was all. It wasn’t anything weird. Yes — he did really like her, and yes — he would like to see her again, and yes — he wished she was here now, and yes — he would do anything to make that happen. But that was normal, wasn’t it? He sighed. He didn’t know. He didn’t care.

He refreshed the page again. Nope — she was still offline.

He stood up and walked towards his door, picking up his coat on the way. He couldn’t spend his entire life in this room waiting for some girl that he barely knew to come online. He had to do something. He thought about going and asking one his flatmates if they wanted to do something — but he wanted to be alone. He needed to think — he needed to think somewhere where there wasn’t internet.

He walked out of his accommodation and let the morning breeze blow into his eyes, waking him up — he hadn’t got much sleep last night, and had that could-collapse-at-any-moment feeling. Why did girls like guys in suits so much? He didn’t understand what was so special about putting on a shirt and some trousers and a tie and a jacket — was it hard? Was it some kind of achievement, being able to afford a suit? And facial hair — what was so special about that? He didn’t understand any of it, and he thought that girls probably didn’t either. It most likely stemmed from some annoyingly obscure evolutionary trait, some instinct to latch on to the most arrogant-looking man you could find.

He walked along the river, watching the sun cascade down onto the water, making it glimmer and gleam. He thought he saw a fish, its tail whipping left and right before it dove and disappeared into the murky depths, but it could have been the light.

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