Page 24 of Billionaire's Fantasy
I want to fly the plane halfway across the world just to punch that twat in the face. What kind of man stands by while his ex-girlfriend was publicly shunned on the internet, and gets eviscerated in the comments section? Also, what sort of world were we living in where such things were normalized?
Thank God I stay off all those stupid apps.
But then again, if I had those stupid apps, I would be able to see a lot more content from Amber. Just to make sure she did not go back on her word and post pictures of me as she had promised, I clarified to myself.
“Hey grumpy old man.” My train of thought is interrupted when a seemingly frazzled Liv drops into the seat next to mine at the breakfast table.
“Look who is finally back from the dead.”
“I swear, I don’t get how you do it. How do you always bounce back? Long trips have me fried.”
“Here.” I shove my plate of eggs in her direction and watch as she scarfs them down in big bites.
“Thanks, love,” she whispers in between chewing.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full, you fool. And you’re welcome.”
She smirks at me as she chews loudly, just to annoy me. I ignore it.
“So,” she turns to me after eating half of my plate. “Why do you look so tan already? We literally just got here.”
I blush at the thought that immediately came to mind. Amber’s lean, toned body, her hair tumbling to the top of her perfectly round tits, and the sinful underwear she had on as she struck pose after pose for me. I had to wade deeper in the water just to hide the massive hard on I had, especially when she decided to mimic models, straddling air and widening her stance when she was on all fours on the beach.
It was torture.
It was all sweet, fucking torture, and I would not change it for the world.
“I was at the beach,” I reply vaguely, trying to throw her off, but like a shark in fucking water, Liv immediately turns her baby blues at me.
“At the beach?”
“Yes.”
“Doing what, exactly?” She side-eyes me.
“Horseback riding?”
Her eyes bulge out. “Uhm—what?”
Trying to distract her, I choose a completely different topic. “How exactly does one create a social media account?”
Oh God! That definitely made me sound like someone’s grandfather.
I know I have said the wrong thing because immediately after my question, Liv snorts in laughter. “What the hell, bloke?”
“You know what I mean,” I sneer at her.
“No, grumpy. Tell me more. Did you take pictures of your horse on the beach that you must share with the whole world?”
I laugh. “Fuck you.”
She has tears running down her cheeks as she howls in laughter. “Does this have to do with a certain influencer?”
“No.” I answer defiantly.
“You have to tell me the truth if you want help with yoursocial media,grumpy.”
She puts air quotes on the wordssocial mediaas she continues laughing.
