Indebted: Part Three (Series Finale): The Virgin & The Bad-Boy Billionaire (A BWWM Billionaire Romance)

Indebted: Part Three (Series Finale): The Virgin & The Bad-Boy Billionaire (A BWWM Billionaire Romance) by Sadie Black Read Free Book Online

Book: Indebted: Part Three (Series Finale): The Virgin & The Bad-Boy Billionaire (A BWWM Billionaire Romance) by Sadie Black Read Free Book Online
Authors: Sadie Black
only be reserved for true beauty, like yours.” Gag, really? That’s your line? Brianna, however, lights up like a Christmas tree at the compliment, suddenly turning her full attention to the man pursuing her.
     
    “I’m Bradley,” he holds his hand out to Brianna, who giggles when she shakes it. “Brianna,” she introduces herself.
     
    They seem to disappear into a world of two as they slowly shake hands like it’s foreplay. Bradley finally seems to remember that I’m standing next to them, an awkward observer to their chemistry explosion. “And you are?” He waits for me to fill in the blank as he reluctantly releases Brianna’s hand.
     
    “Kendra.”
     
    “Nice to meet you, Kendra” he extends his hand and shakes mine with brusque efficiency before turning his focus back to Brianna. “Do you come to this auction every year?” He looks at her like whatever her answer is going to be; it will be the most interesting thing he’s heard in his lifetime. I roll my eyes and watch Brianna get sucked in. Normally I wouldn’t mind watching yet another man try, but we’re here for a reason and this guy isn’t on the to-do list.
     
    “No, this is our first time,” she cocks her head to the side coyly and I shift my weight from foot to foot, itching to get away from this scene so I can look around for Matthew. While they continue their mating dance, I sweep the room with my eyes. As much as I try to avoid her, they keep trailing back to Marjorie. It’s difficult not to notice her since she’s standing under a bright light, making her shining locks and brilliant white dress glow ethereally. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Matthew making his way to a podium set up with a few microphones. A few reporters are hovering around the front of the wooden column like fans standing in the front row of a concert.
     
    My heart is beating like a hummingbird’s fluttering wings as Matthew appears across the room. I’m happy that I turned down a glass of wine because it surely would’ve fallen from my sweaty palm to the floor. “Hey!” I interrupt Bradley, excited to get moving. “There he is,” I point. “There’s Matthew.”
     
    “Oh, it looks like we’re getting started,” Bradley looks over at Matthew making his way through the swarm. “Please, excuse me Brianna. I just have to go make a quick speech, but I’ll look for you afterward?”
     
    “I’ll be around,” Brianna answers nonchalantly.
     
    Bradley strides across the room like he’s trying not to run until he catches up with Matthew at the podium.
     
    “Excuse me,” Matthew speaks into the microphones, “if I could just have a moment of everyone’s time, please.”
     
    The crowd begins to shuffle toward the men. Grabbing Brianna’s hand, I start heading over with her in tow. We find a place on the periphery of the group and I keep hoping that Matthew will see me, but if he has, I’ve seen no indication.
     
    Flashes from the reporters cameras are momentarily bleaching out the men’s faces as Matthew waits for the crowd to quiet down.
     
    “Thank you, I’ll try to keep this short, I promise. I’d like to welcome everyone to the 12 th annual Zervion MADD Arts silent auction . As you all know, the pieces you see here tonight have been donated by artists who are as generous as they are talented.”
     
    “Pffft,” Brianna scoffs. I elbow her gently without taking my eyes off Matthew.
     
    “Since 100% of the proceeds are going to Mother’s Against Drunk Driving, please remember to bid liberally and help make this year’s donation our best yet.” I shake my head as I notice crowd of exquisitely dressed men and women, murmuring in approval as they clutch their wine glasses.
     
    Another round of flashing goes off making it look like Matthew and Bradley are under strobe lights in a club. I can’t help but smile picturing Matthew on a dance floor, somehow I can’t imagine him having too many moves.
     
    “As many of you know,

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