Reject A Billionaire

Chapter 2

　　Bryce's POV

　　I sit still in front of Tyler, trying to control my anger as I suck in my lips, gritting my teeth continuously and looking at the table in front of us. I fume again and again till I can no longer take in. I hit the table, making our drink spill.

　　"Bryce, calm down man", Tyler holds my shoulder and guides me back to the chair.

　　I need something or someone to vent my anger on. Tyler is my friend and he is the only one I can talk to that understands me.

　　I called him immediately after Ariel left and he asked us to meet here, in a pub. I usually go home with files that I like to work on before the next day. I have an office in my home and I stayed up late at night in the office when I have important work to finish up. I know if I try to work tonight, I will be distracted, and going to bed is a bad idea.

　　The stupid girl turned me on and dumped me. I won't be able to sleep at all till tomorrow and I might end up breaking things in the house. I felt going out will relieve me of my anger and here I am, in front of Tyler who is patiently waiting for me to tell him what the problem is all about.

　　"What the hell happened?" He eventually asks me, when we are seated back in our seats.

　　"She f*****g left", I grit in anger. I haven't gotten rid of my annoyance towards Ariel and all the girls that left me completely.

　　"What? Who?" He frowns in confusion.

　　"Ariel left", I answer sharply.

　　"She left to where? Is she back from..." He is still with a puzzled look on his face.

　　"She broke up with me", I shout and hit the table again. I tighten my fist and grit my teeth again.

　　"She broke up with you? Why? Aren't you guys supposed to pick a wedding date next week?" He frowns his face in confusion.

　　"Yeah, she said she is no longer interested," I tell him.

　　"Just like that?"

　　"Yes", I nod and gulp down the content of the alcoholic drink before me.

　　"What?" His mouth drops open before he sighs heavily and looks away. I know he feels sorry for me and it is making me pathetic.

　　Why does this have to happen to me all the time? Why can't I keep a woman? Don't I have what it takes to keep a woman?

　　All the girls I have been with are gold diggers just like Tyler always describes them but when my path crossed with Ariel, it was different. She isn't a gold digger because she is a girl from a wealthy home, she has a good career and ambition.

　　What then is the problem?

　　"It's ok, Bryce," he assures me but I look beyond his assurance and fake smile.

　　Tyler has always scolded me for getting myself too attached to the girls I have been with. As I look at him, I realize what Tyler is doing to girls is what the girls are doing to me.

　　Tyler is a womanizer and has never been serious with any girl. He doesn't believe in love or happily ever after but I believe in it. I don't know why my fate has to be this way.

　　Is this the punishment for my past actions?

　　"These girls don't serve......." He starts and I raise my hand for him to keep shut. I am in no mood for his scolding.

　　"It's fine, ok?" He peers at me and I nod. I wouldn't be this hurt if I had stuck to Tyler's advice of not getting too attached to them. I don't know why I am this way, no matter how hard I try, and why these girls always leave whenever I am deeply in love with them.

　　He hits my hand playfully and smirks. "I have an idea."

　　I watch him. "What?"

　　"There is somewhere I know that will help lift this mood of yours", he stands up and gulps down the remaining content of his drink. He grabs my hand before I can say anything.

　　"Where?" I ask softly, dropping the bill on the table for the bartender to take.

　　"Somewhere new and special, it is called the Queen's Palace", he grins and I become curious to know what the place is all about. I am about to open my mouth to ask him what it is for when he says. "You need to get laid."

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　　Crystal's POV

　　I am called the high-priced worker here but it is not something I am proud of. Waking up every morning is agony for me and a reminder of how my parents have failed me, a reminder of how useless I have become and how hard it has become for me to get back on track and achieve my aims in life.

　　I have given up on living already and I do what I do with no emotions. I wish a day will come when I won't wake up to the sad reality of this world but something keeps me going and that thing is revenge.

　　The banging of the door jolts me out of my reverie and I realize it is another time to be displayed, another time to make money for Queen mother. She showers me with love because of how much I make her earn every night.

　　Unlike the other girls, I am made to strip dance every night and it is impossible for a rich man not to show interest in me. Those who don't have enough stay back and watch me in awe and want, wishing they can have enough to pay for me to be in their bed.

　　I know I am beautiful but I no longer take pride in my beauty anymore. As I watch myself in the mirror, my almond brown eyes are smaller, and my nose is pointed.

　　My red hair stands out among the girls and my curvation takes their breath away. I am in a white thong and white sexy bodycon lace dress. It is barely covering my boobs and it is armless. I am wearing white lace sleeves and silver heels.

　　I hear the knock again, making me remember someone is at the door.

　　"Come in", I say with my soft voice that pushes most men over the edge. Those who can afford me always come back wanting more while those who can't struggle to make enough for them to come back. I am supposed to be proud but I am not.

　　"The Queen mother said it is time", I hear Jackson's husky voice from behind me after the door opens. I am still standing in front of the mirror as I nod in response.

　　His face is always frowning but whenever we are alone, he gives me a sheepish smile. I don't know his relationship with the Queen mother but I know they have come a long way. He is young compared to her and rumor has it that he is her lover.

　　The door closes and I realize he is out already. I turn back and let go of the ribbon on my hair, shaking my head to free my red hair.

　　It is another day to make money, I say inwardly, as I walk to the door with my usual gait and confidence.