Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

TABITHA

Sid slammed the bottle of beer on the table. "This was needed," he breathed. "That guy asks so many

questions."

"You didn't say how he never fails to show his disinterest," Ron shook his head.

"| like how he seems hard to get. | thrive on clients like this one."

We all let out a groan at Jon's words.

I rolled my eyes. "You know what, Jon. If dealing with stubborn people is what you ‘thrive on’, why don't you

consider a profession as a therapist, huh?"

Ron chuckled as he reclined in his seat and raised his legs and rested them on the table. "He should juggle being

a therapist and a high school teacher. High schoolers are fucking impossible."

Sid guffawed. "I agree with you both. And you Tabitha, why don't you consider a full tprofession as your boss"

side chick?"

| looked up to find Sid's gaze on me.

"What?" | frowned.

The rest of the guys laughed. "Everyone saw how you stared at his body as he stepped out of the water," Jon

supplied, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Oh," I reclined in my seat. "That."

"Bitch. You practically eyefucked him," Sid yelled.

| shook my head before | threw my head back. "He's so hot," | moaned out and | felt my thighs clench just at the

memory of how he had got out of that tank in all his glory, the water dripping from every part of him, the imprint

of his member visible through the flimsy towel. Right there and then, I'd have given anything to press myself

against him, but | couldn't blow our cover.

"Why not just seduce him instead of using the long cut?" Jon suggested, a smirk on his lips.

| arched my brows at him. "Don't you thrive on the long cut?"

He shrugged. "I know how it feels to deal with blue balls."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, I've got balls, why don't you ckick them?"

They all threw their heads back in laughter.

"But for real, dude, | don't see you making a move, what's up?" Jon inquired seriously.

| sighed. "Don't you think I've tried? It's my boss we're talking about here. I've tried but it's like that man thinks

about nothing but his wife and bars."

They all laughed then Ron smirked. "This should be written down and dated. The one and only Tabitha failed to

seduce a man."

"Fuck you all," | muttered as | fought the unconscious tug of my lips.

They laughed harder.

| have never wanted any client-or any man-as much as | wanted Dennis. His loyalty even madeeven harder

for him, his disinterest madewant him more.

"Why not seducethen? See if you've still got your charm," there was a smug smile on Sid's lips as hos

tongue briefly swiped across his lips, his eyes oglingshamelessly.

| rolled my eyes. "You're not my type, dude."

He grabbed his chest and fell back in his seat. "Ouch."

The rest of the group chuckled.

"But to be honest, guys," Ron began after the laughter died down. "I don't think he's going to cback."

"Why will he not cback?" Jon asked as we all turned to him with a frown.

"Didn't we just talk about his disinterest?" His gaze swept across us. He slammed the back of his right hand on

his left palm. "Every damn tlook at him, it's like he knows it's all a sham."

"But it isn't a sham. This is our profession," | told him confidently.

He rolled his eyes. "Pretty way to put it. Just be super careful at work, okay?" He said, his tone tinged with worry.

"Yes, boss," | told him and returned to my drink. "Besides, I'm always careful. We've dealt with a large number of

his type, so relax."

He shrugged. "I am relaxed. If | wasn't, | would've wanted out."

Sid sighed as he took a long puff from his cigarette. "I honestly can't wait to have him off our hands."

Ron's comment seemed to have

unsettled us as we all grew quiet after then each probably thinking back to all the times we've hosted him,

seeing if we could find a hint in his demeanor that he knows we're scam.

But after a while, we got it off our chests.

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We chatted for a while until my phone's loud ringtone interrupted.

My eyes widened a fraction at the caller's ID.

"Shush shush!" | whisper yelled. "It's him."

They could all tell who the 'him' was and they all grew silent and watched me.

| cleared my throat and picked up the call. "Tabitha!" His voice boomed loudly through the phone's speaker and

from the pitch of his voice, | could tell that he was happy. "Mr Dennis?"

"I've got good news. | just got a contract from a big company I've been aiming to work with for a long tnow

and it just happened."

My eyes bulged, then my lips spread in a big grin.

"Really?"

He laughed. "Will | call you for something like this if it really weren't as I'd said it?"

"Of course not. Omg, boss. I'm so happy for you."

"Thank you, Tabitha. When's the next schedule? Will there be another tomorrow? | can adjust my schedule to fit

itin." I could hear the

impatience in his voice and passed a smile at the group.

"Unfortunately, tomorrow is fully booked. We'll let you know once we set a date for you. In case you don't hear

from us by the end of the day, please do not hesitate to reach out." "Okay, then," There was a pause then,

"Thank you for tellingabout this, Tabitha."

"It's all my pleasure, boss."

As soon as he hung up, | squealed, hopping on my feet.

"What's up, Tabs?" Ron asked, a grin on his face.

"Guys! This is insane. A coincidence has just worked in our favor." | turned to Ron and said to him, "he's

definitely gonna cback here now."