Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (best color ereader TXT) 📖

”HAAAA!”

What the hell is happening to Joshua and why is he laughing like that? I've known him since high school where, for the last few years, the hormones kicked in and he's been my only boyfriend ever since. However, I identify that gesture of getting serious and then laughing stupidly in situations where he is with his friends and one of them makes a joke that is too stupid.

However, now I know that Leonardo is not his friend, but he is trying to like him because he thinks he is a person close to me, professionally, when he finds out that he is really my boss he will be even more condescending.

I mean, in my own business, I'm going to have to deal with a boss. What kind of maneuver was it that I had to agree to for things to turn around like that, having to meet this magnificent Italian who is as sexy as he is provocative.

Immediately the waitress appears to ask us about the orders, however Leonardo goes ahead asking both of us:

” Do you drink wine?”

"No, thanks," I try, but idiot Joshua suddenly cuts me off:

“Of course!"

“Joshua, please stop, you know that when you drink later you have a hard time controlling yourself and that red wine is your downfall.”

"House specialty red wine?" Leonardo asks the girl.

”Of course.”

She starts to mention what she's wearing while I look at Joshua that makes my mouth water, maybe it's because of the tight neckline of the sexy waitress who seems to want to please Leonardo too much, or because hearing so many times the expression "it's a spiced wine with ”.

Definitely this is not going to end well at all, especially considering a special occasion that Joshua ended up undergoing rehabilitation treatment in his youth for alcoholism that later receded in part, but that his arrival at rock bottom was hand in hand with those bottles that became too prevalent in our daily diet. Anyway, it seems that nobody is going to ask me anything, but if it was up to me, I would have gotten up and left this place a long time ago.

Which would be a terrible idea because who knows the cataclysm that would come from leaving these two alone. Leonardo, a perfect manipulator, and Joshua, so impressionable and stupidly innocent to the bone.

When I met him, they were details that I liked, but by then I was also just a girl, however now they are precisely the points of disagreement in our couple.

"And for dinner?" insists the girl.

"A salad for me," I inform her.

"From the house?"

”Whichever.”

"Mmm, of course," she answers and turns to them: "Gentlemen?"

"What will you order?" Joshua asks him as if they were great friends.

"Did you try the meat board? Beef, pork with jam, other sliced ​​and seasoned delicacies that, accompanied by that wine, you will want to drink everything without limit.”

"Joshua, no," I insist.

Even the waitress turns to me reprovingly after hearing me speak. Hey girl, you should be on my side!

“You,” I murmur, “you know that too much alcohol is bad for you. Please control yourself.”

"Relax," Leonardo insists. “Alcohol, sometimes a little too much, is good for all of us”—and he winks at me.

I think I blush in such a way that my cheeks begin to feel hot after understanding what those words mean.

"Anything else?" asks the girl.

"For me, still water is fine," I agree.

But Leonardo turns as if telling him an open secret:

”Pssst. Also bring her an extra glass for wine.”

The girl smiles condescendingly and agrees.

Moron.

Joshua giggles too, and after the waitress promises us that the order will go out immediately, she leaves, leaving the three of us alone.

"Well," my boyfriend crosses his fingers on the table, approaching Leonardo as if he were a common mobster. “What were we up to? I'd sell you my girl for what? How many camels do you offer me? LOL!”

For all the saints, blessed be the moment I ended up under the covers of the Italian's bed, I deserve this for giving in to sin in such a vile way, but how long will I have to pay?

"I don't know if it was a camel, but something else."

I am surprised by the seriousness with which Leonardo speaks to him, also outlining a half smile of self-sufficiency in one of his curvatures that rises.

He seems too determined to take me from this place by hook or by crook.

Joshua continues to laugh, but this time his expression hardens and he tries to finish off with another of his pathetic jokes:

"Okay, if you want, you can give me your mother and I'll give you my fiancée."

"Joshua!" I blurt out, furious.

I cross my arms and look at him as if at any moment I might jump across the table and gouge out his eyes.