Indebted: Part 2: The Virgin & The Bad-Boy Billionaire (A BWWM Billionaire Romance)
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INDEBTED
Part Two
The Virgin & The Bad-Boy Billionaire
(A BWWM Romance Serial)
First edition. April 12, 2015.
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Sadie Black.
Written by Sadie Black.
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“I’ve earned every single thing that I have in this world, and not on my knees.”
Kendra knows what it's like to watch someone work three jobs and still struggle to pay the rent. She has spent her entire young adult life determined to do better. In a few months, the lifetime of sacrifices will finally be worth it. She will be graduating at the top of her prestigious masters program at Columbia, and finally leave her job at the diner to venture into the world of business. The only thing that could make this moment sweeter would be if her mama was still here to watch her cross that stage and clutch that diploma she's given up everything for.
When Matthew Blackwell, the infamous billionaire bad-boy bachelor, shows up out of the blue in her diner asking for a date, Kendra's world is lurched sideways. With girls lined up around the block to be his "next mistake", Matthew could have almost any woman in New York City, or possibly the world. However, Kendra isn't interested in being his flavor of the week, until he hits her in her soft spot... her ambition. Despite her best attempts to keep her distance, Matthew's stunning good-looks and mischievous flare keep pulling her toward him.
Will she unlock the heart of the unbreakable bad-boy or will Kendra become another victim of Matthew Blackwell's reputation?
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Chapter 1
I can’t stop running the scene in my mind, the gentle touch of Brianna’s hand on Matthew’s. The vulnerability in his eyes as he talked about how he hoped I could forgive him, I’m ashamed that I believed I meant something to him.
My head is aching and my throat is raw from spending the entire night in tears. It doesn’t even surprise me that Matthew betrayed me, if anything it just confirms his reputation, not to mention my stupidity for ever trusting him. What I can’t get over is Brianna’s deceit. We’ve been like sisters since high school, and she throws that all away for some guy? It doesn’t make sense. I know money makes people do crazy things, but does she actually believe that she has a future in his life? She knows his reputation as well as I do, she must see that she’s just another conquest.
Then again, he fooled me. After less than a week of knowing him, I thought he was unique enough that I slept with him. Now I can’t concentrate, I can’t sleep. This isn’t what I need when I’m on the verge of completing my masters. With only a few weeks left until the end of the semester, I need to be sprinting to the finish line, not meandering around with this bullshit.
My unfinished research project sits on my laptop, the cursor still flashing angry Morse code messages at me.
Snap out of it! Stay focused!
It scolds me. After sitting here for an hour, I’ve only managed to write one paragraph, half of which I’ve deleted for being a garbled mess of words strung together. “This is pointless,” I confide to the nearly empty screen, “I’m never going to get this done today.”
Resigning myself to my unproductivity, I finally turn my phone back on after having shut it off in the cab yesterday. My voice mail is completely full, and my screen starts exploding with text messages from both of them. I don’t have the energy to read any of them right now. I dial my voicemail and start deleting the messages.
“Kendra, you need to let me explain...” Matthew sternly tells my phone.
Delete.
“Hi, listen, I think you got the wrong idea...” Brianna starts making excuses.
Delete.
“Kendra, you’re being ridiculous. Please call Brianna back, she’s a complete wreck!”
Oh gee, I feel so terrible for her. She’s upset that I found out about her sleeping with my guy on the side? Poor girl.
Delete.
I guess he wasn’t
my
guy at all. I mean, we never discussed the status of our relationship, or if we even had a relationship at all. Either way, she still knew that he was off limits to her. That much was clear. When I first met Brianna, we were like twins separated at birth. Not in our appearance, Brianna has always been gorgeous in a way that few women can compete with. However, at thirteen she was just a bud that had not yet bloomed into the rose she is today. She was tall and a bit gangly with slightly knobby knees and small breasts.
I snort when I remember how I met her in the school bathroom, using up all the paper towel to fill her empty training bra. She asked me if I could tell it was stuffed, and I had to laugh. Her shirt looked like it was pulled over two fat donuts, all wide around the sides and flat on across the front. She crinkled loudly every time she moved her arms. When I told her that she might be better off using toilet paper instead, she practically emptied all the stalls.
I knew from the beginning that Brianna had a wild streak, but I’ve watched it billow out into a mushroom cloud of self-destruction over the last few years. She’s always loved the spotlight, the cat calls, the relentless boys trying to convince her that they were worth her time. Once she met Joe I thought she had settled back down.
I’d never seen her get so serious about anyone before, dating him for the last two years of high school, I thought she’d gone back to the conservative girl I once knew. However, after he strung her along and even talked about marrying her, he suddenly up and left her for some college girl. It shattered her heart and thrust her back into her wild ways full force. Whenever I tried to talk to her about any of it, she just shut me down. That’s when she started telling me the same tired line she still says now:
life is for fun! You’re only young once!
I’m ready to shut off my phone again, sick of dealing with the endless messages all starting the same way when I hear a different voice.
“Hello, Miss Cole This is Twila Phillips from Bravark Marketing Incorporated. I’m calling to set up an interview, at your convenience, for an opening in our Advertising and Campaigns department. If you could return my call, as soon as possible, at 555-84473 extension 298, it would be greatly appreciated. Thank you, Miss Cole.”
My phone almost drops from my hand. Bravark Marketing is one of the countless companies I sent my resume to after Matthew’s party. I was hoping to capitalize on my meet and greet with the head of so many marketing firms, but never actually expected to hear back from any of them.
I need to call her!
Listening to the message again, this time with a pen in hand, I attempt to write down her name and phone number. My racing heart and sweaty palms make me miss a few of the numbers, so I have to listen to it for a third time before I’m confident that I have all the information down right.
Taking a few deep breaths, I try to steady my fingers to dial the number and my stomach squeezes inside me as the phone rings.
“Bravark Marketing Incorporated, we turn ideas into loyal customers, Twila Stewart speaking. How may I help you today?”
Wow, that’s a mouthful.
“Hi, this is Kendra Cole. I received a phone call yesterday? In regards to setting up an interview? For the Advertising and Campaigns department?” I know I sound wishy-washy, as if I’m asking her for a favor instead of setting up the first step in my career.
“One moment please.” I’m listening to cheesy ambient music before I have the chance to respond. “Thank you for holding, Miss Cole, I have openings for interviews tomorrow at 2:30 or Thursday at 4:15,” she informs me.
So much for an appointment at my convenience.
“Thursday will be fine,” I try to sound confident.
“Very well, I’ve scheduled you in for 4:15 on Thursday April 2nd.”
“Thank you.”
As soon as I hang up I start jumping like an Olympic gymnast on a trampoline. I can’t help it, I’m so excited!
I can’t wait to call Brianna... oh, fuck, that’s right.
That won’t be happening today.
Maybe never.
I know from how my heart hurts at just the thought that I could never just cut her out of my life for good, even if she did hurt me. Still, I won’t be getting a hold of her anytime soon.