Royally Flushed
Tech Billionaires book 2
A Novel
by:
Ainsley St Claire
Copyright 2020 Ainsley St Claire
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a production of the author’s imagination. Locations and public names are sometimes used for atmospheric purposes. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or to businesses, companies, events, institutions or locations is completely coincidental.
Tech Billionaires: Royally Flushed/Ainsley St Claire—1st edition
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 1
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Chapter 1
Corrine
“What do you mean, he broke up with you on the news?” my best friend, Gabby Wagner, screeches.
Heads turn all along the bar to see what she’s so worked up about, and I can feel my face turning red.
She’s been dating her boyfriend since college, and they’re very serious. He even moved to San Francisco to be with her.
I look down and feel tears forming in my eyes. “I got home late last night from work. I was watching a rerun of NCIS and eating popcorn for dinner. A news teaser about him came on, so I stayed up to see it. The segment was at the end of the news, so it was almost eleven-thirty when it played. The interviewer stuck a microphone in his face and said, ‘I heard there’s a new lady in your life. Are you allowed to date a cheerleader?’ His response was that it was nobody’s business but his own if he chose to date a cheerleader.”
“But I thought you two were serious,” she implores.
I look at her as if she’s grown horns and a forked tongue. “I’m not sure he understands that concept, and now it doesn’t really matter. Apparently, he’s moved on without telling me.”
“Have you heard from him?”
I shake my head.
“Have you tried to call him?” she pushes.
I shake my head. “He never liked that I gave so much to my job, so I knew one day this was coming. I just thought he’d have the balls to tell me—not announce it on the news to the world.”
“Bartender? Tom?” Gabby waves to the man. “Another cosmo for my friend.” She turns to me and reaches for my arm. “I’m sorry he was such a shit.”
“I fucking hate this city. Commitment phobia must come from something in the water, and the rest of the guys don’t have the social skills to date. I’m almost thirty years old, and I have two roommates. I rent a room that only fits a twin-size bed and a small storage unit for my off-season clothes. If I didn’t live in this ridiculously expensive city, I’d make a decent living. I need a raise.”
My drink arrives, and it goes down quickly. I’m going to be feeling this tomorrow.
“It’s his loss,” Gabby stresses. “Jeez, you’re beautiful, smart—the whole package.”
“You’re my best friend. You’re required to say that,” I mumble through the waterworks.
She giggles. “I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it.”
I look up at the bottles surrounding the bar and push my tears away. “What am I going to do?”
“You’re going to get up and not let this dickhead affect you. You can’t let him take a minute more of your energy. I bet there are at least a dozen hot guys here you could take home to fuck their brains out tonight. Forget all about ‘Bobby Sanders, Quarterback for the San Francisco Goldminers.’” She air-quotes and rolls her eyes.
I shake my head. “You’re too much. You’re right, but I’m not going home with anyone tonight.” Something flashes in my periphery, and I see him staring at me. “Oh, shit.”
“What?” Gabby looks around frantically.
“It’s my boss and one of his Barbies,” I say through clenched teeth.
“Barbie? Where?” She looks around again.
Not so subtle, that one.
“Stop! He’s over there with the woman you could use as a flotation device.” I point with my eyes. “Shit, do I need to go over and say something? Knowing my luck, he’ll ask me to get them drinks.”
“She’s beautiful, in an artificial way,” Gabby notes as she studies her hourglass figure, tiny waist, perfectly coiffed long blond hair, and big blue eyes.
“She definitely looks good, but the elevator doesn’t go to the top on that one. It seems to get stuck at her chin.”
Gabby snort-laughs.
“Try not to draw attention to us,” I plead.
“He’s looking over,” she says under her breath.
“Fuck! Try to ignore him.”
I made reservations for him elsewhere. Why is he here? I feel my grip on work-life barriers slipping. And, I’ve had plenty to drink. I’m probably a little too honest for my boss right now.
Tom, the bartender, appears with two drinks. “These are from the couple over
