Her Two Billionaires and a Baby

by Julia Kent

Page 16

 

  Bzzz. Her phone hummed in her pocket and she pulled it out. Squinting, she read the screen. “Jesus. ” Low whistle. Josie wandered into the room and handed her a steaming cup of coffee, tinted tan by the Baileys.

  “Let me guess. Dylans texted you seventy-six times?”

  “And Mikes a close second. ” Sip. The alcohol hit her taste buds like a tsunami of flavor. It felt weird to drink this early. Weird was becoming her default waaaay too fast for comfort, but if that was her reality, shed embrace it. Especially if it tasted like Irish crème.

  “Fuck em. I cant believe they – man, Laura. Billionaires? I mean, they arent gorgeous enough, but they have to be secret billionaires, too? Your life is like a cross between General Hospital and Desperate Housewives with a touch of Fifty Shades. ”

  She knew it was funny. She should laugh, right? Instead, though, she swallowed too much scalding liquid too fast, making her nearly scream from the burning pain. If she coughed, shed scald her throat and mouth even more. The alcohol tasted weird, anyhow – a little too. . . something. As she gagged and choked, poor Josie ran between the living room and the kitchen, shouting, “Are you OK?”

  “Ice,” Laura hissed. Josie returned with ice water, which Laura eagerly sucked into her mouth, keeping her lips closed and pooching out her cheeks to retain the cold balm against her torn, raw mouth. Great. Just great. She couldnt even manage to drink a fucking cup of coffee without something going wrong. Dont try to walk and chew gum at the same time. Might break a leg.

  Finally, she swallowed, refilling her mouth with the ice water and feeling the sting abate somewhat, little ridges on the roof of her mouth throbbing horribly. That raw, scratchy feeling that comes from a good scalding started to sink in, and she knew she was in for a good two to three days of this. The universe could stop shitting on her. Seriously. Cut it out, God, she thought. My middle name isnt Job.

  “. . . well, now, he can bring his fire hose to my garage any time. . . ” a voice said, wafting into the living room.

  “Fuck!” Josie shouted, sprinting for her bedroom. The sound cut out fast. Lauras eyes filled, less from mouth pain and more from life pain. This hurt. This was going to hurt for a good, long time. And the hurt was like Ryan times a thousand.

  No.

  Times two billion.

  Laura nursed her ice water, Josie drank her coffee, and the two said nothing, comfortable the way old friends could be, knowing that friendship meant that silence was sometimes the best form of support. She needed someone there, someone to witness her pain but not to comment on it, or judge it. A few years ago she would have needed Josie to join her in spewing rage about her being betrayed and lied to, but that wasnt what she needed today. Instead, Josies calm, steady presence gave her the room to let reality fill in the cracks of her heart and to come to her own ready place for processing it all.

  One of Josies cats, an old calico named Dotty shed adopted from a local rescue shelter a few years back, settled on the couch next to Laura. Her own cats werent nearly as social, hiding away and largely independent, three puffs of fur who had come to her the same way, two of them Persians that had been owned by an elderly woman who had to go into a nursing home. No one had wanted cats the ages of teenagers, so Laura had taken in Miss Daisy and Frumpy. Snuggles had come to her from an abused animals rescue network, her ears clipped in jagged wrecks and part of her tail mangled. Snuggles liked patches of sunshine and to be left alone. Somehow, Miss Daisy and Frumpy respected that, and all three coexisted nicely.

  Too bad other threesomes couldnt be so smooth.

  “Hows Snuggles doing lately?” Josie asked. “I never see her when I come over. ”

  Laura laughed, petting Dotty, who tipped her chin up as if granting permission. “I never see her, either. I only know shes real because I see a tail under the bed and she eats her food. ”

  Josie nodded and finished off her mug. “Like a teenage boy. Needs sleep and food. ” The joke fell flat. Laura was done talking.

  “More coffee?”

  “God, no. ”

  Josie winced. “Sorry. More ice water?”

  “Yes, please. ” She was starting to sound like Mike. Two word sentences werent her style but right now, it was all she could manage. Maybe this “woman of few words” schtick was something she should try on, see how the other half lives in a world of low verbal output. Was there something to not spilling every thought out of your mouth? Could Mike be on to something, being the quiet but steady type who was a deep presence without contributing to the non-stop flow of words that filled modern life?

  Why was she even thinking about this? Her open mouth called out to her hands to fan cool air inside her, her tongue drying out quickly. She couldnt even drink a cup of coffee correctly. Why mull over esoteric ideas?

  Because it was easier than facing the fact that they had destroyed this burgeoning relationship yet again. And, most likely, once and for all.

  “So,” she and Josie said in unison. Startled, both laughed at the other, the nervous tension that filled the room making Lauras stomach turn again. Shed been queasy all day, her stomach bearing the brunt of the stress.

  “You first,” Josie deferred.

  “So, it looks like I managed not only to find two amazingly hot, wonderful guys who happen to be in a secret, complicated – ” Josie snorted as Laura emphasized that word “ – relationship and we turned it into a great threesome. Oh. Yeah. And they happen to be billionaires and never bothered to tell me because – because – ” She faltered there. Why in the hell hadnt they told her about their money?

  Josie seemed to have the same thought, scrunching her face in a weird expression. “Huh. What a supremely odd thing to hide from you. I mean, their whole knowing each other and double-teaming you secret was strange, but I can at least understand it. Its really out there, and they didnt know how to approach it, and in typical clueless man style they butchered it. ”

  Lauras turn to snort.

  “But this? I mean, wouldnt most guys consider being a fucking billionaire something to gloat about?”

  Laura swallowed. Hard. “Maybe theyre embarrassed?”

  “Why?”

  “Because its Jills money?”

  Josie considered that, tipping her head from one side to the other. “Mmmmm, maybe. ” Skepticism filled her voice. “You think they were ashamed of coming into the money because she died and left it to them?”

  Laura shrugged. “Im as stumped as you are. ” As she shifted, Dotty sniffed the air, stood, and transferred her loyalties and attentions to Josie, who absent-mindedly stroked her multi-colored head.

  Josie sighed. “Wouldnt you share that kind of thing pretty soon in a relationship? Ive never had that kind of money – any guy who dates me gets Taco Bell, not trips to private islands in Mexico – but Id think it would be something you throw out there to clear the air right away. ”

  The two sat in silence for a minute, thinking this through. Lauras rage was suddenly tempered by thoughtfulness and pensive considerations on the money issue. Dylan and Mike werent flashy about it – though this explained Mikes amazing cabin. They both drove new cars, but they still shared a sleek apartment. It wasnt a billionaires life, but any means. Dylan even kept his old job. He must wipe his ass with his paychecks.

  Exchanging confused glances with Josie, the puzzle became more intriguing as she thought about it. If the news channels were covering this, it meant it was all recent. So perhaps it was too recent – they just didnt know how to explain it?

  Too much benefit of the doubt. She yelled at herself mentally. They still should have told you! Of course they should have, and they damn well knew it. Shed given them every opportunity over the past few weeks, and she was most hurt not that they were billionaires – which she actually found to be pretty damn awesome – but that they hid it from her.

  Why?

  Josie stood, dumping Dotty unceremoniously from her lap, the cat landing gracefull
y on the small, shag carpet and surveying the room, eyeing her options. Laura, a throw pillow, the carpet. She chose to leave, clearly displeased with her sudden displacement.

  “This calls for some breakfast. You hungry?” Without waiting for the answer, Josie went into the kitchen and started the Keurig up again. The sounds of rummaging floated toward Laura, and in two minutes Josie returned with a box of frozen donut holes and her new cup of coffee.

  “Martha Stewart,” Laura sighed, hand over her heart.

  “Im more a trashy version of Rachel Ray. But these are yummy pumpkin donuts. ”

  “Already? Isnt that a fall flavor?”

  “Its August. ”

  “August isnt fall. ”

  “In retail it is. ” Josie threw up her hands and grabbed one of the dough balls, carefully biting into it. Laura did the same, surprised by how hard and soft the donut hole was. It was a cakey consistency and dense. The half she managed to bite was absolutely delicious. Without being asked, Josie grabbed Lauras glass and returned with it full. A girl could get used to this. She was the one who tended to cater to Josie; it felt nice to be taken care of like this, even in the smallest of ways.

  Dotty returned to the room at the entrance of the donut holes, sniffing the box until Josie shoved her off. Offended, she strutted into Josies room and out of Lauras sight. Although the pastry tasted great, her stomach just didnt want anything.

  Why? Why hadnt they told her?

  “Maybe theyre just assholes,” Josie said slowly, answering Lauras internal question. “Maybe they thought you were a gold digger. ”

  “How could I be a gold digger if I didnt know they had so much money?” Her phone buzzed again. Turning it off completely seemed like a perfect solution, her finger holding down the off button with so much force it left a red imprint in her fingertip. Too bad you couldnt slam a phone down in the cradle like you could when she was a kid. That satisfaction was one area where smart phones just didnt measure up.

  “They keep calling?”

  “They keep something-ing. Calls. Texts. Hell, they may have resorted to email. ”

  “Not email! Only our parents use email. ” An old joke between them.

  “I expect Dylan will find a passenger pigeons corpse and resurrect it. ”

  “Or worse – use MySpace. ”

  Bzzzz. Confused, Laura looked at her phone. It was definitely off. “Thats me,” Josie explained. Leaping across the room, she foraged in her giant purse and found her phone. Slide, tap, tap. Her face! The look on her face made Laura want to administer oxygen and call 911.

  “Josie?”

  “Dylan!” She shouted his name like she was screaming the word “fuck!” Flailing her phone to and fro, she added, “How in the hell did he get my number?”

  “I never gave it to him or Mike. I swear!” Laura answered. He was this desperate? Really?

  “At Lauras work. Shes not here. Is she with you? Is she safe? Well keep searching. ” Josie laughed, a barking horsey sound that registered extraordinary disgust. “Is that a promise or a threat?”

  Sigh. “Hes persistent. ”