Made For Frank
Alpha Billionaire Secret Club (Book Three)
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Copyright © 2020 by Scarlett Hope
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Epilogue
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Chapter One
Frank
Staring at the front door, the same one which Tom Ivy, my friend of over twenty-five years, just slammed after dropping the ultimate bomb by telling me that he, of all people, had fallen in love, I stood in stark disbelief.
He… was in love? With a woman?
Suddenly, I collapsed on the sofa, rolling my head until the back of my head hit the soft cushion. A strange, slow laughter bubbled from my belly, moving up my chest until it came out of my mouth. Within seconds, peals of laughter began to escape my mouth as I stood up dazedly and turned around in a wide circle.
How could he be in love after… everything?
The laughter hooked me like a vicious, hungry snake, unwilling to let go as, before my eyes, I saw the memories of the years we spent together. We’d practically grown up together since our parents’ houses were not far from each other. We attended the same high school, different colleges but later on, business brought us together and the flame of our friendship was rekindled. It burned even brighter and soon, we went from business partners to drinking buddies.
But that had not been the last milestone of our friendship.
No.
Tom had been the one to approach me all those years ago, he had been the one to suggest that we form an exclusive billionaire club solely centered on eternal bachelorhood. He’d sounded so convincing, his words reassuring because I’d just gotten out of a bad breakup. Perhaps it was the scotch I had that day or the fact that I was just so tired of the thing called ‘love’, but staying single forever sounded like a damn good idea.
That marked the beginning of a commitment that, prior to the last thirty minutes, I believed would be everlasting on both our parts.
“Well played, man. Well played.” I stated.
The laughter finally ceasing as my face tightened into a tortured frown and I bounded towards the table to pick up my bottle of scotch. As the hot liquid sloshed down my throat, I smiled bitterly, teeth-gritting as his words flashed through my mind once more.
“I love her and I’m going to marry her.”
He’d said it with so much calm, such ease, with his face radiating with something I couldn’t and didn’t even understand. It made me want to turn back time and go a few minutes back just so I could punch him as soon as those words left his mouth.
What an asshole.
Did he think I spent all these years keeping myself from women… never letting any relationship move past sex and even keeping away from sex when I could help it… only to have him, the president of the club, come to me and say that ‘he is no longer interested in the pact?’
With a snarl, I turned around and swung my arm, smashing the glass of scotch on the white wall. Watching as the liquid fizzed down the wall and the pieces of splintered glass scattered everywhere, I clenched my hands, feeling an overwhelming urge to punch something.
That bastard.
So what? He meant to say that all those years were now wasted? That by falling prey to the one thing he’d consistently warned me to steer clear of, he was calling me the big fool for choosing to believe in him and his philosophy?
And oh, hadn’t Richard, another member of the club, fallen in love also? But while that annoyed me, it wasn’t anything because we all knew that Richard was a newbie and maybe he never even got the whole point of being in the Merry Men Club in the first place.
But Tom… Tom… the founder, owner, and chief advocate… how on earth could he do this?
With a growl, I grabbed the table, not for once caring that it was glass, and swung it across the room. The resulting crash didn’t even come close to abating the hot flames of anger, and betrayal, threatening to choke me.
Then it became clear to me.
I needed to leave this house.
Chest heaving, I bounded towards my study, picked up my jacket, wallet, keys, and phone. Without wasting even just a second, I turned around, marched downstairs, and stepped out of the house.
As I started walking down the road, the thought came to me I was probably overreacting. Tom had sounded really sincere… more honest than even I had seen him before. And we’d been friends for years. But I just didn’t care. Heck, if only for the impersonal way with which he’d told me that he valued that annoying woman over our friendship, I was entitled to this reaction.
He was just so damn lucky that he wasn’t nearby, else, I didn’t know what I would have done to him.
Whipping out my phone, I dialed Jack’s number. Being one of the members of the billionaire club, surely he’d understand the gravity of this situation. As the number went through, I wondered, what he’d do when he realized that Tom, of all people, had ‘fallen in love’.
Immediately, he picked the call and the first thing I heard was loud, overpowering music, followed by loud girlish laughter.
Typical.
“Hey man!” He practically screamed into the phone and I had to separate
