Free Dating The White Billionaire (BWWM Interracial Romance) by Lena Skye Page B

yesterday to hang out with her friend, shop, and all of the other things that women do together.
    Arriving at my sister’s party felt like torture. Watching the both of them drink freely and flirt with men was enough to make me want to punch someone in the face. My solution to this was to subdue my anger with alcohol. I took a seat on the comfortable loungewear and gave myself a view of the entrance. I wanted to make sure that I could see Camille when she finally showed up. It seemed like forever and I almost thought that she wasn’t going to show.
    I couldn’t blame her if she decided not to come. It’s not like I decided to invite her as my date. I think that’s what she was waiting for but I couldn’t bring myself to say it. I don’t like to merge those parts of my life, but Chloe had already invited her and I wasn’t going to rescind the invitation. Chloe can be so pushy and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
    Finally, I saw Camille strut out onto the roof and she had my immediate attention. How could anyone not notice her when she walked into the room? She looked just like a sexy ebony goddess and my cock was at full attention. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably and saw my sisters swarm her and her friend. They laughed and chatted for a bit. While I was watching them Amanda came and sat next to me.
    “Kyle you’re looking especially good tonight,” she whispered into my ear.
    “ Thank you Amanda, you look pretty good yourself,” I couldn’t help but appreciate the view. She was wearing a hot white little number, with the emphasis on little. All of her best assets were on display. Her fake C cups looked downright delicious. Even though I found her to be attractive, I wasn’t interested in taking it beyond that.
    “ Chloe and Claire told me that you are letting them use your condo in Vegas for a week, you’re one trusting man,” she says with a sly smile.
    I look up from her C cups and look for Camille, and she’s nowhere to be found. I wonder where she’s gone but I don’t think much of it because it’s a huge party. Hopefully she’s off enjoying herself, but not too much. I laugh and joke with Amanda for a while about my sisters. She knows how much I love them and how much they get under my skin.
    I really enjoy Amanda’s company. Overall, I think that she’s a great person. Everything turned out for the best, and I’m happy that she turned my proposition down. I know that we are better off as friends, she’s conniving and I don’t like that kind of behavior in a partner. One reason that I keep her around is because she’s always been loyal to me. In my business loyalty matters and she’s never done anything to my knowledge to hurt or betray my trust.
    I look up and Camille is standing in front of me, she looks even better up close. Her curves are to die for and her dress is hugging all of them. I think of her naked spread on my desk as I rise to greet her and her friend. After we all make introductions Amanda leans over to tell me something.
    “Gregory is all over your sister,” she says.
    I look over and I see one of my employees with their hands on Claire’s waist. He’s damned near 40. I excuse myself to take care of the situation.
    “Greg, get your hands off my sister,” I say as I stalk towards them.
    “ Oh please, I’m an adult and I can take care of myself,” my sister drunkenly says.
    “ Okay, I’ll just run over to dad and let him know how much of an adult you are,” I challenge.
    “ Whoa, I’m sorry Kyle. You’re absolutely right and I won’t touch her again,” Greg says as he scampers off.
    “ Wow, you’re a real buzz kill, I’m going to the bathroom. You can hold my dress up while I pee if you want,” she rolls her eyes.
    I don’t respond to her comment and I walk to the other side of the deck with Amanda on my heels. I order a drink from one of the servers.
    “Don’t worry about her, she’s drunk and you swooped in to save the day. Believe me;