Free Undercover Billionaire by Anne Weibe Page A

feet? I’m telling you, they’re not flattering,” Gracie retorted as she came out with the dread faux Prada shoes. She’d made a deal, Scarlet reminded herself, and she was going to stick with it even if it killed her which, by the looks of those shoes, it might.
    “You wear the shoes, and I promise I won’t make you dance with any of the old men. I’ll even do the speech you made me rehearse about helping women and blah, blah, blah,” Gracie flapped her hand around as she spoke, but Scarlet knew she wasn’t serious. She became a little lewd when she was nervous, and Gracie hated getting up in front of people and talking the most.
    “No, I’ll do the speech. You’ve done enough,” Scarlet said in a moment of affection. Then the feeling of amicability was lost as she slipped her feet into the shoes. They did make her behind look rather enticing, but she could feel the circulation being cut off to her little toe.
    “There, you look stunning,” Gracie said as she pulled her e-cigarette from her purse again. “What,” she asked with an air of annoyance as she turned it back on. “I’m doing the speech, and if I’m doing it, then I’m going to calm myself down before I do.”
    “What about those breathing exercises we did together?” Scarlet turned away from the full-length mirror rimmed in gold and took one sidestep to her vanity.
    “Honey, I think those were for pregnant women about to pop. I know I don’t look pregnant, and neither do you, so we’re not doing them anymore. And I think you need to reevaluate that therapist because she seems a little too into those breathing exercises.” Gracie had a twinkle in her eye that suggested she was joking, but Scarlet still worried that her friend and partner was always going to be a work in progress.
    Such is life, she thought as she picked out some earrings and tried to fend off Gracie with the makeup kit. It was no use.

Chapter Two
    “So tell me, are you planning on going to a benefit party or are you going to one of your clubs?” Jared tried to keep the sneer from his face, but Sebastian could see it plain as day. “I mean, you look nice. But could you lose the purple shirt? It makes you look like a pimp. A simple white one will suffice for tonight.”
    “You sound like an old man. You’re three years older than me, Jake! What the hell happened to you?” Sebastian rolled his shoulders as he straightened his black tie. He was not going to change into a white shirt. It was bad enough he was going to this event, so he was going to go in style. “Oh, I forgot to mention, Vera’s going to be here in about fifteen minutes to go with us. Do me a favor and be nice?” he asked sincerely.
    Jacob’s sneer turned into a look of contempt that would frighten Lucifer himself, and then he spoke in a low, demanding voice, “You will call that snotty little-” he stopped his words. Despite the obvious dislike for Sebastian’s date, he felt a smile creep onto his face at seeing Jacob riled. “She cannot come because I did not pay for a ticket for her. There was one invitation for me, and it had only a plus one, not two. Therefore, she is not coming.”
    “I’ll pay for her at the door. It’s two hundred dollars, Jake. I think I can handle that,” he smiled as he reveled in the life of being a billionaire. Who knew ten nightclubs across the globe could turn him into an extremely wealthy man?
    “I had to RSVP two months ago, Sebastian. There won’t be a seat for her at the table,” Jacob sounded absolutely gleeful that he could deny Vera the opportunity to ruin another night. The woman was a concubine who found some way to put the attention on her, even if it met accusing the staff of copping a feel.
    “She can sit on my lap,” Sebastian growled as he realized he was losing this battle. He recalled asking Jacob about bringing someone and the subject had been changed quickly. If he had known there had to be an invitation to these sorts of things, he