Billionaire Happy After

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It didn't really matter now, since he wouldn't be out for a while, but when we had dated, I'd always wondered what his plans for the future were.

We were in the auto-repairs shop. He was fixing up my car- which had broken down again- while I worked through another profits sheet he given me. It was like the one he had asked me to do for him the first time I had come in to get my car fixed. He got them regularly, maybe one every two or so months.

I had asked him what they were for, since he wasn't going to school, much less taking accounting, but he had simply replied that it was something for a friend.

Whoever this friend was, though, they were making serious profits.

If these were real, of course, and not just some theoretical situation.

"Hey Lucas," I said as I finished my final calculations and began checking it over. I didn't mind the somewhat repetitive task since it was kind of a tradeoff and he fixed my car far more often than I did these sheets given that it broke down basically every other week.

I really needed to just let it go, but I liked having a car so...

Besides, I wasn't taking math this year, and it was kind of nice to work with numbers.

Nerdy, I know.

"Yeah?" His voice was slightly muffled since he was under my car.

"What are you gonna do next year?" My parents were harping on me to start thinking about what universities I wanted to apply to, and okay, maybe it sounded clingy, but I wanted to know if Lucas had any plans like that

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"I don't know, like, are you just going to keep working here?" If he was staying and we were still together, I could always go somewhere to Berkeley. It wasn't Ivy League, but it was still a really good school, and only a little over an hour away. There was also SF State, or even UCSF if I decided to go into medicine. Though, I think we could also manage a long distance relationship just fine.

"Probably," he replied. I set aside the profit sheet and moved to sit at the front of the car, beside his . "Why?"

I shrugged even though he couldn't see me. "I don't know. Just, have you ever thought of university and getting out of this town?"

Lucas slid out and sat up, staring at me. "I guess. But I'm fine with everything as is right now."

Yeah, I guess Lucas didn't have much to complain about if he didn't mind his job. He had a nice apartment at the edge of Akman and Hamption Hills so he must've been doing pretty well.

He pulled up and over to straddle his thighs so I sat facing him and leaned back against the front of my car. "What brought this up?"

I shrugged. "A lot of university talk and stuff."

"You don't have to worry about any of that stuff yet," he said, leaning in and brushing his lips against my jaw, then moving down. "You still have two years and you can take more off if you want."

I giggled as his mouth moved over a particularly sensitive spot on my neck. "Yeah, I guess but..."

He shushed me, growing more aggressive with his kisses, flicking his tongue over my collarbone and sucking gently on certain places. I wriggled in his lap, caught between breathless laughs and moans, but either way, I had completely forgotten about what we had been talking about before.

I wasn't sure if Lucas had always avoided talk about the future because he was uncertain about his, or if it had just been because he had never planned to have any sort of future with me.

"You really hate your ex, don't you?" he asked.

"Well we broke up for a reason." Like him setting my house on fire.

Christian Harvey raised an eyebrow at me.

I shook my head. "I don't want to talk about him. A lot reminds me of him, but I don't want to talk about him."

"He's just one person. You don't have to believe you'll end up like him if you take a year to redo some courses," he said, thankfully going back to the previous topic and dropping the breakup thing I had stupidly brought up.

"I probably would've not gone... I just don't want to... Give myself the chance, I guess," I stuttered, stumbling over my words. I always ended bringing up Lucas, even if the last thing I wanted to do was talk about him and how much I had f****d up my future for him. "And I kind of just want to get out of there too."

He glanced at me. "Out of Sydcot?"

I shrugged. "Sydcot, Akman, Hampton Hills, that entire area. I'd say the farther the better, but I don't think I'll survive very well in cold weather." I shivered just thinking about the hail storm from yesterday. "Maybe somewhere in Florida or something."

He laughed. "You know all the universities we're visiting are pretty far North and East. You didn't think of that while you were picking them."

I hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not I should tell him I wasn't even sure what I picked. "My parents kind of actually filled out the form for me so I have no idea what I ended up 'choosing'."

"I didn't choose Arizona State, or Cornell, or Berkeley, I know that. There's probably one or two more that I can't remember," he said. Huh. Other than Cornell, which they might have chosen so I could see my brother those two had actually been on my universities list.

Mom and Dad might not have just picked a bunch of Ivy Leagues with some of my choices sprinkled in. When I had first looked at the list, I hadn't considered that some of the schools were ones Christian had picked. Maybe Mom had filled out the form without Dad, since he no doubt would've wanted me to see a bunch of high ranking universities that I would have no chance of getting into.

"Thanks," I said after a moment.

"For what?"

"I don't know. Listening to me rant," I blubbered. "You didn't have to follow me, though, you know that, right? I mean just because we- uh- you know, you don't have to feel like you're responsible for me."

He raised an eyebrow. "Still trying to get rid of me?"

"No!" I exclaimed. "That's not what I meant!"

Christian laughed. "Yeah I think I've kinda gotten used to how much you suck at communicating."

"Hey!" I protested, even though it was probably true. "I just- you seemed like you liked it."

"It's not a big deal," he said. "I've seen Dartmouth before. Even gotten a private tour since my sister was interested in it."

"Oh?" I remembered him briefly mentioning his sister on the way to New York, I think. "Does she go here now?" He hasn't mentioned it driving up.

"No."

"Where does she go then?"

When he didn't reply, I turned to look at him. He started straight ahead, not glancing at me even as he answered. "She's not at any university, right now."