Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney) novel Chapter 9

Chapter 0009

The lights flickering from one color to the other, the sweaty bodies packed tight on the dance floor of the bar wasn’t what I looked forward to tonight. I just wanted peace and a sane night with my friends.

During my drive here, Joel had called me, his voice barely visible over the loud thud of music in the bar. Will is also here.”

I had asked, “what?” For about three times before I finally heard him.

I met them in the private area, the space specifically hired for just the three of us.

It was the only place where we could talk and also partly feel the vibe thrumming in the bar.

I had my assistant send the file containing Grace’s info to me. Now I turned the picture to face Joel. “You know her, right? You guys dated.”

Will butted in and whistled. “I remember her; she was that it girl you were shagging that time.” He turned to me, “I did ask him if he’d like to share, you know.”

“Asshole,” Joel chuckled and nodded at me. “Yeah, I know. But we didn’t date. Just, you know,” he wiggled his brows, a smug expression on his face, “Fuck buddies, friends with benefits. That sort of thing.”

“That’s even hotter!” Will laughed.

“Shut up,” Joel shook his head at Will. Then his expression turned solemn. Dramatically, he placed a palm on his chest and closed his eyes, “My heart belongs to Sandra. By the way, she’ll be back soon.”

Sandra was Joel’s long–time female best friend and crush. They’ve both had a thing for each other since I had known the both of them. They might have hooked up once or twice, but they never made anything official before she traveled out of the country.

I shook my head and tucked my phone back in my pocket.

“So why’d you ask?”

*So why’d you guys stop fucking?”

Will and Joel asked at the same time.

Of course, I knew which question to answer. I took a sip of my wine, my gaze going over the twisting and sweating bodies on the dance floor, particularly the girls. If Bella wasn’t back, I would’ve picked one of those girls and have a good time with them in a hotel.

“She owns a company. I offered an acquisition proposal and she flat out declined. Well, she and her partner.”

“Luxe Vogue, right? She used to talk about it. She has a really good eye for fashion.” Joel looked at me above the rim of his wineglass and listened. Will, somehow, had a girl straddling him.

“Then look up the partner,” Joel suggested, the look on his face said how he thought the solution was pretty simple.