Free Billionaire Romance: Club Billionaire (The Complete Series) by Lexi Duval

told me
when we first met, the club isn't only restricted to the four walls
of its permanent address.
    Events are commonly held around the city, country, and
even in other parts of the world. For these men, money isn't a
factor, and these events are generally the most lavish on the planet.
    One, Alice had told me, involved a party on an Airbus
plane flying between New York and London. Like something out of the Wolf of Wall Street , all manner of things went on during the
flight, including several members of the club joining a new one –
the mile high club – during the journey.
    Events such as those, however, are generally organized
and enjoyed by the younger members of the club. The billionaire brats
like Brad who behave like they're rock stars, when in actual fact
they're nothing at all.
    The main events organized and often hosted by the more
serious members of the club are, however, more sophisticated and
cultured. Events that provide a change up from the regular
surroundings of the club and offer everyone a chance to enjoy an
evening of ever greater opulence surrounded, often, by wives,
girlfriends, and even other associates.
    These events, it seems, aren't always restricted to the
members of the club. Depending on who organizes them and what the
intention of the event is, they can be much larger and more
inclusive. It really is up to the discretion of the host.
    Tonight, my role as waitress is being transferred to a
mansion on Long Island. According to Alice, a masquerade ball is
being held, always a favorite among these high society aristocrats.
    “ Come to the club for 5 PM on Saturday,” she'd told
me toward the end of last week. “A bus has been arranged to
transfer all of us to the mansion. Be there on the dot, or you might
miss out.”
    She'd gone on to say that missing out means missing
payment. The event has a fixed fee of $2,000 dollars per girl, more
than ten times what a regular waitress would expect to receive for
such an event.
    “ That's the price they pay for our looks,” Alice had
finished with not the least bit of humility. Unlike me, she is
clearly completely aware of how beautiful she is.
    “ Give it time. Once you've worked here as long as I
have, with all the confidence it gives you and the compliments you
get, you'll know how good looking you are too.”
    That Saturday, I resolve to arrive at the club in good
time so as not to miss out. When I arrive it seems I'm not the only
one with that idea. There are about 15 girls there, some of whom I
haven't seen before, but most I know by now. Unfortunately, the
Brazilian girl, who I've found out is called Julia, is there,
standing about like a supermodel, brushing her fingers over her
pouting lips.
    We eye each other like two staring cats, an animosity
between us that's hard to explain. We both know it centers on Kyle,
but it's more than that. I just don't like the way she carries
herself, the way she butters up the men so well. Perhaps it's just
because she's better than me, more attractive than me. Or maybe I
just don't like her in a way that girls do, something that needs no
explanation or reason.
    When the bus arrives, I step on and sit beside Alice, my
only true ally among these girls. Most are nice, but it's generally a
closed off environment, one full of jealousy and competition between
the girls.
    Who can get the most tips. Who can fuck the hottest guy.
Who gets the most shifts. Who's the most popular with the
billionaires.
    It's a constant power struggle, a world within a world,
and creates plenty of tension that the men are probably not aware of.
So, on this bus, with everyone locked together in a tight space,
there's a serious awkwardness that hangs in the air.
    The trip doesn't last too long, though, passing through
the city and then out into the open reaches of Long Island. It's nice
to see some greenery along the way, the sun just settling near the
horizon, sending the world awash with beautiful orange and red and
golden hues.
    I sit,