Free Undercover Billionaire by Anne Weibe Page B

would have contacted the woman who ran the organization and demanded a plus two for Jacob.
    “That won’t be necessary because you’re going to call her right now and tell her she’s not coming,” Jacob shoved his cellphone in Sebastian’s face and ignored the low growl that came from his nephew. They were only three years apart, but he still liked to exercise that he was Sebastian’s uncle and not his cousin.
    “You know what, I was thinking of taking one of those hot, librarian types home tonight anyway,” Sebastian retorted in a childlike manner. Then he took the phone and he texted Vera rather than called her. She wasn’t worth a phone call to him; in fact, none of them ever had been. They were people who warmed his bed occasionally and attended parties with him, not girlfriends.
    It wasn’t the fact that Vera could not attend that bothered Sebastian. It was Jacob getting his way because Jacob always got his way. Then again, being a lawyer made him very good with arguments. He knew exactly what buttons to push to calm people down and which ones to ram when he wanted them amped up. He knew that denying Sebastian Vera would make him upset, but he would behave better at the party.
    “You know, that is the last time I’ll ask you to bail out one of my dancers again, Jacob. I don’t think she was worth it,” Sebastian muttered as he threw the phone onto one of his plush chairs and ran a comb through his dirty blonde hair. His uncle appeared beside him in the mirror and ran his hand through his dark brown hair. They looked almost the same except for the difference in hair and eye color. The two of them would easily pass as brothers.
    “She should have gone to jail, Sebastian. A guy pinching her butt as she walked past was no reason for her to haul off and stab the guy with a fork. She could have killed him with that thing.”
    “Don’t tell that to the women running this organization we’re going to the benefit party for. They’ll haul off and stab you with a real knife, pal. I know these types of women. They hate men. They eat them for breakfast. Well, maybe they’ll eat your testicles first-”
    “Enough, I know Scarlet and Gracie. I’ve worked with them many times over the years defending their patients, and I’m not going to listen to you talk about them as if they’re women like Vera. Just because she comes in a pretty package doesn’t mean she’s worth your time. Any of your time,” Jacob said heatedly.
    “Whoa, okay,” Sebastian tried to placate as he put his hands up. He saw the glittering, real anger in Jacob’s eyes and realized he’d crossed a line. “I’m sorry, they’re not man-eaters. Now can we go and get this over with?”
    As easily as he’d been roused, Jacob calmed down and straightened his black tie. The only different between their attire was that he wore a white shirt while his nephew wore a purple one. He hated that color on Sebastian, but who was he to tell the man to change? At least he was wearing a suit. He could have been wearing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt when Jacob showed up at his door.
    The two of them walked down the winding staircase to the open foyer and Sebastian grabbed his keys. “Oh, we’re taking a limo,” Jacob informed him as he headed for the door. “And don’t you think this house is a little gaudy for someone living alone?”
    “I’m not usually alone,” Sebastian grumped as he followed. He’d made the threat it would be the last time he called Jacob for help, but the truth was he loved his uncle and wouldn’t dare call anyone else as a defense lawyer.

Chapter Three
    “Good evening, gentlemen. Thank you so much for your donation and your attendance. It means a lot to me, Gracie, and all the women we help with your funding. Please enjoy your evening,” Scarlet leaned in conspiratorially to the two men with a smile. “And try the chocolate martinis, they’re divine!”
    “Thank you, Scarlet. I can’t believe you ladies haven’t