Page 25 of Billionaire's Fantasy
I drag the plate away from her and pick up my fork. “You don’t have to. I will figure it out on my own.”
“If you buy me breakfast, I will do it for free.”
I was going to buy her breakfast anyway, so this is a win for me. I stretch out my hand and shake hers.
“Deal.”
Thirty minutes after Olivia has cleared her plate of pancakes, she finally creates social media accounts for me on all platforms. She also picks a picture of me in my pilot hat that she uses as the profile picture across all media.
“So, your username is JRPilot and your password isLiv is the best,all caps no spaces,“ she says as she hands me back my phone.
“A little on the nose, don’t you think?”
“I chose things you wouldn’t forget, old man,” she smirks at me.
“I hate you and thank you.”
“You’re welcome. And I followed myself and a certain little influencer, too.”
My cheeks turn red, so I turn away from her and ignore her comment completely, but as soon as she is looking away from me, I pick my phone up and log onto the first app.
There are updates from the two people I follow. Olivia posted a view of the sky yesterday morning and a bunch of other aesthetic pictures of places and things.
Amber on the other hand is a treasure trove of moments.
There are over five thousand posts of her. There are even short videos. I did not think she was this popular, her pictures garnering hundreds of thousands of comments and reposts.
The last post she put up was of the view from what I can only assume is her hotel room. Yesterday, she posted a bunch of pictures of the beach and the horses, but surprisingly none of the posts she put up from yesterday are of herself. Thankfully, she didn’t post any of mine, either.
“So, what are you doing the rest of the day, Jackson?”
I reluctantly lift my eyes from the screen. “Maybe rest in my room, go to the gym, and then read for a little bit. You?”
“Well, I am going to the beach, and I want to go for a swim. See you in the evening, yeah? We can hit the club later.”
“Okay, Liv.” She kisses my cheek before leaving.
I pay both bills and head to my room.
Instead of resting in my room as I had initially planned, I scroll through Amber’s pages, reveling to the insight into her life. She has no friends in her pictures which I find weird seeing how easily she made friends with Liv. She is a social person, so why isn’t there a single picture of her with her friends?
I have been scrolling for what feels like minutes when my phone rings.
It’s my project coordinator from the office in Germany. She has updates for me on the opening of our third branch of my private security company. Our call goes on longer than I anticipated and by the time I finally get off of it, it’s way past midday.
Time for my gym session. I head down to the hotel gym, eager to get in a good workout.
As I walk in, I see Amber there with a yoga mat, wearing a tight-fitting black tank top and yoga pants that accentuate her curves. She looks gorgeous.
Fuck! I feel my dick twitch in my pants.
“Hey there, partner,” I greeted her with a grin.
“Hey, cowboy,” she replies with a smile. “Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all,” I say, gesturing to the weights. “Just don’t expect me to keep up with your yoga skills. Are you ready for a workout?”
“Yeah, I need to stretch after the horse ride,” she says, rolling out her mat.
