Page 12
Story: Not the Billionaire
“You’re taking her to lunch?”
A smirk crossed Gus’s face. “Working lunch, brother.”
“Why didn’t you mention this earlier?”
“What’s the big deal? I just want to see what all the fuss is about. If you’re willing to change your identity for this girl, there must be something special about her. And I have to make sure she’s good enough for my big brother.”
Sebastian scowled. “That’s not why.”
“Sure it is.”
He set his eyes on Gus, waiting for him to admit what he already knew.
“Fine. She’s gorgeous.”
“Hands off,” Sebastian warned.
“It’s lunch, Bash. You think I’m going to seduce her in the middle of Cygnus?”
Sebastian’s stomach dropped at his mention of seduction. “I like this girl, Gus.”
“You like a lot of girls.”
His forehead scrunched up. “No, I don’t. But maybe you’re too wrapped up in your own life to notice anyone but yourself.”
“Harsh, Sebastian.”
“Truth hurts, Augustus.”
Gus narrowed his eyes at his brother. “Despite your less than kind comments, I love you, brother. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t think twice about wining and dining the lovely Genevieve.”
The sound that came out of Sebastian’s mouth was nearly a growl.
“I can’t promise she won’t fall in love with me, but I won’t try anything with her.” He held his palm open to Sebastian, revealing the tiny scar from their silly blood brothers ritual when they were kids—cutting a small slit until they drew blood, then clasping hands so their blood blended together.
Sebastian held his hand open showing his identical scar.
They clasped hands and squeezed as they had back then, only without the blood dripping, and pulled each other in for a hug and a pat on the back.
“Bros before—”
“Don’t finish that,” Sebastian scolded his sometimes crass brother.
Gus cracked up laughing.
“I expect you to report back on everything you talk about, especially relating to the fundraiser.”
“Have I mentioned this is a crazy, messed up scheme you’ve got going?”
Sebastian sighed. “I know, okay.”
“I approve.”
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Of course you do.”
SIX
Genevieve felt out of her element, sitting across from Sebastian Schultz, dining at one of the nicest restaurants in town. The fanciest place she’d ever eaten was Charley’s Crab before her high school prom, but that felt a little more casual than Cygnus 27 in the Amway Grand Plaza Hotel, where they were currently seated, looking out over the Grand Rapids skyline and the Grand River below.
A smirk crossed Gus’s face. “Working lunch, brother.”
“Why didn’t you mention this earlier?”
“What’s the big deal? I just want to see what all the fuss is about. If you’re willing to change your identity for this girl, there must be something special about her. And I have to make sure she’s good enough for my big brother.”
Sebastian scowled. “That’s not why.”
“Sure it is.”
He set his eyes on Gus, waiting for him to admit what he already knew.
“Fine. She’s gorgeous.”
“Hands off,” Sebastian warned.
“It’s lunch, Bash. You think I’m going to seduce her in the middle of Cygnus?”
Sebastian’s stomach dropped at his mention of seduction. “I like this girl, Gus.”
“You like a lot of girls.”
His forehead scrunched up. “No, I don’t. But maybe you’re too wrapped up in your own life to notice anyone but yourself.”
“Harsh, Sebastian.”
“Truth hurts, Augustus.”
Gus narrowed his eyes at his brother. “Despite your less than kind comments, I love you, brother. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t think twice about wining and dining the lovely Genevieve.”
The sound that came out of Sebastian’s mouth was nearly a growl.
“I can’t promise she won’t fall in love with me, but I won’t try anything with her.” He held his palm open to Sebastian, revealing the tiny scar from their silly blood brothers ritual when they were kids—cutting a small slit until they drew blood, then clasping hands so their blood blended together.
Sebastian held his hand open showing his identical scar.
They clasped hands and squeezed as they had back then, only without the blood dripping, and pulled each other in for a hug and a pat on the back.
“Bros before—”
“Don’t finish that,” Sebastian scolded his sometimes crass brother.
Gus cracked up laughing.
“I expect you to report back on everything you talk about, especially relating to the fundraiser.”
“Have I mentioned this is a crazy, messed up scheme you’ve got going?”
Sebastian sighed. “I know, okay.”
“I approve.”
Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Of course you do.”
SIX
Genevieve felt out of her element, sitting across from Sebastian Schultz, dining at one of the nicest restaurants in town. The fanciest place she’d ever eaten was Charley’s Crab before her high school prom, but that felt a little more casual than Cygnus 27 in the Amway Grand Plaza Hotel, where they were currently seated, looking out over the Grand Rapids skyline and the Grand River below.
Table of Contents
- Page 1
- Page 2
- Page 3
- Page 4
- Page 5
- Page 6
- Page 7
- Page 8
- Page 9
- Page 10
- Page 11
- Page 12
- Page 13
- Page 14
- Page 15
- Page 16
- Page 17
- Page 18
- Page 19
- Page 20
- Page 21
- Page 22
- Page 23
- Page 24
- Page 25
- Page 26
- Page 27
- Page 28
- Page 29
- Page 30
- Page 31
- Page 32
- Page 33
- Page 34
- Page 35
- Page 36
- Page 37
- Page 38
- Page 39
- Page 40
- Page 41
- Page 42
- Page 43
- Page 44
- Page 45
- Page 46
- Page 47
- Page 48
- Page 49
- Page 50
- Page 51
- Page 52
- Page 53
- Page 54
- Page 55
- Page 56
- Page 57
- Page 58
- Page 59
- Page 60
- Page 61
- Page 62
- Page 63
- Page 64
- Page 65
- Page 66
- Page 67
- Page 68
- Page 69
- Page 70
- Page 71
- Page 72
- Page 73
- Page 74
- Page 75
- Page 76
- Page 77
- Page 78
- Page 79
- Page 80
- Page 81
- Page 82
- Page 83
- Page 84
- Page 85
- Page 86
- Page 87
- Page 88
- Page 89
- Page 90
- Page 91
- Page 92
- Page 93
- Page 94
- Page 95
- Page 96
- Page 97
- Page 98
- Page 99
- Page 100
- Page 101