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    The Aimless Billionaire: Small Town Billionaires, #2
    The Aimless Billionaire: Small Town Billionaires, #2
    The Aimless Billionaire: Small Town Billionaires, #2
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    The Aimless Billionaire: Small Town Billionaires, #2

    By April Murdock

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    Brandon Phillips is sick of his shallow existence. Sure he has money, and plenty of it, but that's part of the problem. How can he know that people like him for who he really is? Deciding to wander aimlessly where nobody knows him, he's hoping to find out what kind of man he really is. He's going to prove to himself he's not the spoiled rich kid he was raised to be.

    Jessie White loves music and it's now her job. As a blogger, she was often struggling to make ends meet, but after landing a permanent magazine gig, things were looking up. She'd saved every penny to go to the music festival in a small town a few hours away and she was going to make the most of it. Her interview with an up and coming singer was going to really put her on the map.

    When Brandon and Jessie bump into each other the night before the music festival starts, neither has any idea how their lives are going to change. There's an immediate spark between them, but will that be enough?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSweet River Publishing
    Release dateFeb 10, 2021
    ISBN9781393304333
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    The Aimless Billionaire - April Murdock

    Chapter 1

    Brandon

    I stare at her across the table, struggling to remember her name. She’s been talking non-stop and I wish that I’d never met her at that dang party.

    I know my online critics see me as this rich kid without a worry or care. And for the most part, they’re right. I don’t have to worry where my next meal is coming from. I don’t have to stress about house payments for the luxurious mansion I live in with my parents. I’ve got a trust fund that makes a small loan of a million dollars look like child’s play.

    But I wanted my cheeks to have that perfect glow, you know, like Kim Kardashian, so I got this Becca highlighter. It’s a-may-zing. She rolls her eyes as punctuation and I want to leave right now. I want to stand up. Walk away without looking back.

    But I stay. I officially met her at a party, but I know all about her because we run in the same social circles. The truth is we’re all nothing but useless kids running wild with our parent’s money. Only concerned for ourselves, our joy, and keeping up with trends.

    I’m sick and tired of it. I never expected to feel this way, but I do.

    I’m tired of all the shallow, skin deep women I met. Sure, she’s easy on the eyes with her wide, high cheekbones, full lips, and sexy bedroom blue eyes. Her figure tends to be a bit on the slim side and she loves clothes that give hints and peeks to her body. And bras were not something she ‘believed’ in, whatever that meant.

    So I started using the Becca blush and primer, but the foundation wasn’t as good as the Fenty beauty one.

    It’s like she’s speaking a different language.

    She leans in, her silk blouse tightening around her neck and across her braless breasts. The creamy rose color looks good against her pale skin and my eyes wander between large freckles dotting her chest and bare shoulders.

    This date is running long and all she’s done was talk about herself, her hair products, her makeup, and the beauty video channel she runs on YouTube. But none of it is real. I have no idea who she is. What she stands for. What she believes in. Who she cares about.

    I want to ask questions. Has she ever had a pet? Has she ever been in love? Real take a bullet for you because I love you love. What is her fondest memory? Has she ever done anything she’s proud of? Anything she regrets?

    But as I think these questions and don’t ask them, I study her. She continues rattling off things about her life, her makeup brands, her superior application techniques and I decide she must just love the sound of her own voice.

    Anastasia. That’s her name. I remember now. How could I have forgotten that? And what were her parents thinking?

    Her lips continue moving and I nod like I’m hearing her, but I’m still a million miles away in my own mind. Tucked away somewhere else. Any where but here with her.

    A second of silence falls as she takes a breath. I’d swear it’s the first breath since she started talking today.

    So I’m going to see this touring music festival that’s coming this way soon, I said, wanting to share a little of what I was interested in.

    Okay, she says. So the makeup brushes…

    I shut down. Scanning the tables around us in the five-star restaurant, I take in the rich couples like us sitting and enjoying their meals. I wonder if they’re all like this. I’ve never felt so isolated, yet here I am in the middle of a crowded room.

    This can’t be right. This isn’t living. This is barely existing. I need to change things. But how?

    And I loved the Pat McGrath eye shadow palette. Honestly, I more than liked it. It was totally to die for.

    She was still going and I want none of it. The party where I’d met her had expertly masked her true lack of a personality. The music had been loud, she’d had a few cocktails, and she was dancing like we were all going to die before the morning. But she is not unique. I’ve never met a woman that’s anything more than a shell of a person. I know I’m running with the wrong crowd.

    We both glance up as the waiter appears and stands over us, waiting patiently for her to stop speaking before gesturing to the table and asking, Are you finished here?

    I nod, sitting back as he takes away my plate and turns to her. She nods, looking disgusted before pulling out her phone and starting to scroll.

    Giving the waiter my card, I nod at him. After he leaves, I plant both elbows on the table and stare at my date, wondering if I could feel less for another human being than I do right now.

    So, um…

    Her hand whips up and she holds up a single finger while continuing to scroll. With a sigh I wait. I’m fairly certain my whole life is just a bad episode of the Twilight Zone. Everyone that thinks money would solve all their problems doesn’t know that money is a curse.

    The waiter returns with my card and gives a nod of his head.

    Ready? I ask Anastasia.

    But her finger is back up and I wait to stand. A moment later she looks up at me. Are we leaving or what?

    I was waiting on you, I said.

    She gives me a weird look. I’ve been ready. I was waiting for you.

    I want to shout. She was the one on her phone, the one holding us up, not me. But I said nothing. Instead, I flash a tight smile and stand up.

    Excuse me, she says and I turn back to her. Her hand is outstretched and I offer her my arm. Her slight weight is nothing as she uses my help to stand before leaning into me like she’s about to fall.

    Oh, that drink must have hit me hard, she says.

    I’m sure the virgin daquiri got you drunk, Anastasia. I want to say it. I really do. But I keep my mouth shut. I’d ordered her a non-alcoholic drink on the sly for a reason.

    You should drive me home, she says, lifting a graceful arm and pressing her forearm to her forehead.

    Fine. I can do that. Changing course, I walk us toward my car and help her into the passenger seat. With a sigh, I walk around the front to get in the driver’s side. It was just a little bit longer. I can handle a little bit longer. Then she’d be out of my life and I never have to listen to her again.

    Nice car, she says as I get behind the wheel.

    I nod.

    You know, you’re pretty quiet. I like that, she says, placing her hand on my arm and running it up to circle my ear with her finger.

    I’m not all that quiet. I just don’t get a chance to speak around her. Grabbing her hand with mine, I move it away and study her. Her eyes glitter with anticipation and disgust rushes through me. There is no connection between us. I’m not going to spend any more time with her just because she’s available and willing. That’s not my style.

    The Bugatti’s engine roars to life and I tear out of the lot toward her place. She’s on to talking about her wardrobe now and I tune her out, my thoughts stuck on how I can change my life.

    Help me up, she says, bursting into my thoughts as I park in front of her building. I know she lives in the penthouse way up there. That drink… she trails off slumping back into the seat like she’s fainting.

    With a sigh, I get out and walk to her side. Scooping her up in my arms, I close the door to my car with my foot and head to the front door of her building, not really seeing any of it. She clings to me, her expensive perfume tickling my nose.

    In the elevator I watch her push the button and readjust her a bit.

    Am I too heavy? she asks, looking up at me in mock innocence.

    I shook my head not even wanting to get involved in this one. Holding her now I’m fairly certain she’s about five nine and barely pushing a hundred pounds.

    This is my door, she says as I walk. I stop and try to set her on her feet, but she refuses to let me put her down. Carry me to bed? she begs.

    Annoyed, I nod.

    It’s unlocked, she whispers, her eyes tracing my face.

    I open the door and carry her in. Where’s the bedroom? I ask.

    She nudges her head and I follow the direction and walk into her bedroom. The explosion of pink hits me like a sledgehammer to the forehead and I swallow back a wave of nausea. Everything is pink. The walls, the bed, the ceiling, everything.

    Sorry, I don’t drink often, she lies as I lower her to her bed.

    It’s no worry, I say. She clings to me, her arms around my neck and looks up at me.

    After that drink, I’m feeling a little romantic. Why don’t we turn on some music… she whispers.

    I’ve had enough. Well, good thing I got you a virgin daquiri. At least one of you can say that.

    Her eyes go wide and she trembles with anger as I pull out of her grasp and walk away. How dare you! she screams as I open the door and make a quick exit out of her place.

    With quick steps I make my escape. Only when I was in my car did I take a deep breath and chuckle. The look on her face was worth the rage she’d throw at me. I bet no one has ever said something so ugly to her. I’m not proud of what I said and how I said it, but I am proud of myself for being done. With all of it.

    I’d figured out how I can make a change for the better. As my car roars to life, I drive, loving the feel of the open road in front of me. I live a few dozen miles outside Houston and now I have a few minutes to think about what happens next. This new life plan is lifting some of the weight off my breaking shoulders. All too soon I pull up outside my house and park my car in the ten car garage.

    My phone chimes and I glance at it. Anastasia’s angry text is cut halfway, but I get the gist. I can’t help but grin as I read her hateful words. I guess she’s not taking my statement well. Good. Maybe she’ll wake up and see herself for what

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