Free The Billionaire's Mistaken Match ( A BWWM Romance) by Izabella Brooks Page B

“You know what, let’s go.” She stood up, slid on her shoes, grabbed her purse, and walked out of the room. She didn’t even bother with her phone—who was going to be calling her? She already knew that the next day would be a “pity myself and my poor hangover” day, but that’s just the way it was going to be. Maybe she would meet someone new at the club. Screw Reid; let him have his new billionaire babe. 

Chapter 15
     
                  Reid wiped the fog from the mirror and started dabbing shaving cream on his face. He wasn’t thrilled about the fact that he had to shave off four days’ worth of growth, but he had a date. It was time to pull himself out of the pit and get back to life. Even Tori had stopped calling him.
           She had finally given up and gone to the second-in-command while Reid worked through his sorrow. Usually the women he met didn’t affect him in this way. He was able to kick them to the curb and move on, no problem.
          Something about Paloma was different. Too bad she was just like the rest of them. He couldn’t believe that he had agreed to another date from them, but he had had such a great time with Paloma that he figured maybe he would find another one like her, just not a gold digger.
          He grimaced at his reflection as he drew the razor down his cheek, erasing the sorrow and pain the last four days had brought him. “I should call her,” he told his reflection. “I mean, I should at least get a reason from her. Why would she lie to me? What did she have to gain from it?” Frustrated, he rushed the rest of his shave, nicking the bit of skin just under his ear. He cursed and grabbed a towel. “Get out of my head, Paloma. I don’t want you anymore.” Was that the truth?
                  He had emailed back and forth with the new girl, Jovie. She seemed nice enough. He couldn’t bring himself to call her, he didn’t want her to hear the melancholy in his voice, but he didn’t have a problem telling her stories through text and reading her own stories.
           They had developed an easy conversation style. The date that night would determine if it translated into any kind of chemistry. What if she had a terrible, annoying laugh or smelled funny? You never knew with online dating. Either way, Reid decided that this was the last one. He would not go on any more dates if it didn’t work out with Jovie.
          He would just decide to be a bachelor for life. With the bleeding stopped, he pulled a sweater on over his head and pulled on jeans. They had both decided to keep it casual and go out for Thai food at a little corner bistro that Jovie knew about. Reid had smiled at the idea of going someplace normal and not for the upper class, per se. He was ready for a change and had allowed her to choose the venue. Her choice had surprised him at first, usually women chose the high class places, but he was more than ready to get down to the lower class end of town and have a simple meal in a dim little corner booth somewhere.
                  He checked his reflection again before heading for the garage. It was a lovely night, cool and brisk. He decided on a convertible, a newer, sleek little sports car would do the trick. Nothing too flashy. The drive across town was wonderful; his hair blew back in the breeze.
            He cranked the radio up, trying to drown out the noise in his head; the voice of Paloma talking about the magical wonder of food and telling stories about her families past. He had to shake her out of his mind. On the highway, he floored it, trying to race away from her memory. No matter how fast he went, she was right there with him. As soon as he parked the car, he turned it off and sat in the dim lot, looking at the restaurant and psyching himself up for his date. You can do this, Reid.
                  It was quiet inside the eatery. Small groups and couples sat in clusters. All