The Billionaire’s Second Chance - Weston Parker Page 0,1

side, considering, before he shrugged my statement off and flashed me a grin. “Nah, I still think my assessment was more accurate. No one was after you for your heart. They only wanted your body, and now they can’t even have that.”

“Damn straight they can’t.” Another laugh rumbled out of me until I saw a woman making a beeline for our table. I sat up straighter and nodded discreetly in her direction. “We’ve got a potential bite incoming. Just play along this time, okay? I can wing you through anything except you not even looking at her.”

“Twenty bucks says she’s only coming over here for a selfie with you or an autograph.” He slammed back the contents of his glass and reached for his wallet.

Dozens of people had come up to me tonight for that very purpose, so I didn’t argue, but I still took his bet. It wasn’t like I couldn’t afford to lose twenty measly dollars. “You’re on, but for the record, even if she is coming here for that, it doesn’t mean I can’t point her in your direction.”

“No thanks.” He ran a hand through his auburn hair and flashed her his big, welcoming smile when she finally reached us. “Hey, there. Can I ask you something real quick? Did you come over to talk to me or this Bradley Cooper lookalike next to me?”

Her green eyes blinked back her surprise before focusing on me, a coy smile spreading on her full lips. “My boyfriend hates you. He thinks I spend too much time following your shows and the tabloid stories about you. He also couldn’t come out tonight because he’s ‘working.’” She made air quotes around the word and pursed her lips. “I think he’s cheating on me. Would you mind taking a selfie with me? It’d drive him insane with jealousy.”

“I like you. You’re direct.” I flashed her the smirk I was famous for before waving her closer. “Get on in here. Let’s take that picture.”

“Won’t your fiancée freak out if she sees you in a photograph with another girl? Isn’t she in New York for the premiere of her new film? Does she even know you’re out?” She asked the questions, but that didn’t stop her from scooting in beside me and fishing her phone out of a shiny clutch.

I shook my head, signature smirk still in place. “She is in New York, but she’ll be fine with it. If she freaked out every time she saw me in a picture with a fan, freaking out would be her full-time job instead of acting. She’s far too talented of an actress to give it up.”

Besides, Angelina knew where my loyalties lay. In many ways, I was a complete asshole. I’d owned it in public before and I’d do it again. What I wasn’t, however, was a cheater. For as long as I was with someone, my dick stayed in my pants, my eyes were fixed firmly on the camera, and my hands knew where they had to stay. Which was well above and away from any lady parts.

Being engaged to one of the sexiest women on the planet—objectively, considering she’d been named in every list from here to Timbuktu for the last three years—just made it that much easier to stay faithful. No one could tempt me away from her, not even the admittedly gorgeous brunette practically sitting in my lap.

She squished her cheek to mine, smiling wide as she snapped a few pictures to post. When she was done, we joked around with her for a while before she disappeared back into the crowd.

“Why’d you say ‘no thanks’ before you even knew about the boyfriend?” I asked, glancing at my friend while I refilled our glasses.

Dave laughed. “Why did you?”

“Uh, I don’t know if you missed it, but I slapped a ring on Angelina’s finger a few months ago? Generally, that means I’m off the proverbial market.”

“Yeah, I know, but why?” There was genuine confusion in his tone.

I’d met the guy my first week in LA and we’d hit it off immediately. When I’d started dating Angelina about two and a half years ago, he’d been the first and only one to question my decision to settle down with her.

All this time later, he was still the only one to question it. Probably because he was one of the only two people in my life who actually knew and cared about me. Jessie, my sister, was the other. She’d accepted my decision, but