A Billionaire's Minx

AURORA'S POV 

When you love someone you make sacrifices for them no matter the effect on you, you do anything to see them happy. That's what I'm doing right now, I sacrificed my beauty sleep to sit here and drink mimosas and talk shit about my friend Grace's boyfriend, now turned ex. I have known her since I was six years old and even then I knew she was too emotional. Grace is too touchy-feely for my taste, she has a new boyfriend every month and they're all the same, lying debt beat-broke men who want nothing but to fuck her and leach off her parents money like she does. Occasionally, I want to yank her by the hair and tell her to grow up and to stop looking at life through rose colored sunglasses because it'll never be that simple but I can't, most of her problems are trivial but I listen regardless because that's what friend's do. Pick you up when you're down and make you smile again. I hate how easy she falls in love and how bad the aftermath affects her but I understand her.

I was Grace a few years ago, I would cry over boys until I couldn't anymore and sometimes I think this would be my life if I didn't end up in the hands of evil. Crying about broken nails and men but it seems a little boring for my taste, and crying? Big deal breaker. At one point in my life I cried to the extent that I ran out of tears. The hands of vice that snatched me from my fairytale life might have broken me but they also made me stronger. Unlike Grace, nothing can break me because there's nothing left of me but shattered pieces that give a glimpse of the girl I used to be, the girl she used to know.

Grace is on her fifth reason why her ex didn't deserve her, I can think of infinite reasons why none of the men she goes out with don't deserve her but she has a type, damaged daddy's boy. That's the type of men she goes for and if he's broke the faster she'll fall in love. I adore how oblivious she is to the perils of the world but I also despise how she can't stand up for herself. If I have learned one thing in my life, its to never let a man take advantage of you. Grace acts like mother Teresa, she'll pick a broken mirror off the street and think she can fix it.

No, mimosas aren't strong enough to get me through this conversation. It's been fifteen minutes but feels like eternity, I've downed two mimosas already. Where are Olivia and Katherine when I need them, it's easier to get through Grace's relationship aftermath when they're here, when we're all together. I think I should have ordered a shot of tequila instead.

Drinking what's left of my mimosa, I lick my lips, “You know the biggest reason he doesn't deserve you? ”

Her blue eyes glimmer when she halts her rant to gaze at me.“What? ”

“Because you sweetie are hot just look at you big ocean blue eyes, fire hydrant hair, such a pretty little face and magazine cover body, you're a real life Barbie doll... If they made a Barbie movie, you'd star in it. Heck ask mommy and daddy for a check and make the movie yourself.”

She nods in agreement, realization sinking in. “You're right Aurora, not about the check thing but the rest. I'm a beautiful woman, straight up Barbie minus the plastic and blonde hair.”

“Yes..” I clap my hands, “Now repeat after me, I Grace Gomez, I'm strong, beautiful and independent. I don't need a man, a man needs me.”

She sucks in a deep breath, her tits rising too high when she does, it makes me laugh. “I Grace Gomez, I am a strong, beautiful, talented, independent woman and I don't need a man, he needs me.” she smiles, her eyes glistening when she does.

Yep, she's back to not sulking but still in love with recent charity case and I say so because looking at Grace and how not only beautiful but amazing she is, the men she picks are charity cases. She does them a favor by dating them and letting them in her bed is overly charitable of her. I would never, ninety-percent of men deserve nothing.

My lips pull into a grin, “Kick Alejandro out of your house, and go fuck him out your system.”

“You're right, I'm going to do just that.” she says, picking up her phone to type in something.

“Just to be clear, I didn't mean fuck him, I meant other men, non toxic men. One of those you meet at nerd parties.” I say, simply to clarify. Grace could go fuck him and twist my words against me next time he fucks up.

Throwing her head back she giggles. “I got it babe...” her hand reaches for her phone again, clutching it in one hand with Her purse as she raises. Throwing her arm around my neck she sighs, “Thank you, you always know what to say, I love you.” she grumbles.

I make a kissing sound and pat her back. “Love you too sweetheart.” I say pulling my arm away. She too pulls away, and makes her exit, strutting like she queen that she is, a crybaby but a queen nonetheless.

I take a quick glance at my phone, I should be in bed.. No I'm going back to bed. It's my day off, I need to get well and rested for tomorrow, it's a big day and I'm needed, My boss is a bitch, she get's angry when I don't show up enthusiastic and oblivious to my shitty life. I begin to calculate how long it'll take to get me home if I get cab and how long I'll take cleaning up my place as well as sleep. Cleaning the house will definitely be a waste, Olivia and Layla will make a mess of my apartment faster than I can clean it so I think sleeping is more important right now.

“Rumor has it there's a pissed off woman day drinking.”

The voice comes from behind me, I don’t need to turn to know who it is. My head tilts backwards and I'm met with turquoise eyes, my face pulls into a smile as I gaze at my favorite girl, Emelia Kline. “Hey, poison.” I greet as she comes to the front. my eyes follow her as she takes Grace's seat. “I saw you when I was driving by, what are you doing here? ”

I sigh, “I had an issue with Grace.”

“Again? How long did it last this time? ” she infers, referring to the relationship. Emelia is familiar with Grace and her knack for heartbreak.

“Almost six months.” I snarl.

Emelia laughs, “That's a new record.” she nods picking up the untouched mimosa Grace left.

“I want to find her a nice man but all men I know are married and definitely not her type.” I shrug. If I could buy her a good man off amazon, I would but Grace likes junkies. She thrives off damaged men, she tries to fix broken men because she can't fix what's inside her. When we were younger we'd talk about it more but when I came back a few years ago, everything changed. We no longer talk about how broken Grace is, how needy Olivia is, how intense Katherine is or how pretentious I am.

“I was going to treat myself to a nice meal but since I've caught you here, I'm taking you with me.” she downs the drink, making a series of expressions after.

“You're working today.” I notify her.

She shakes her head standing up. “Nope, I convinced Blake to give me a day off, so come on.” she beats on the table, drum rolling.

I kick my feet to the ground , grabbing my phone and purse as I stand. Emelia hooks her arm in mine and I lean my head on her, letting out a sigh. Emelia was all I had at one point and we became so codependent that we couldn't function without each other. Emelia had the opportunity to run from evil and she did but I wasn't that lucky my luck would only permit that I'd be back in the city where it all started.

When we're settled in the back of a cab, Emelia nudges me. “Umm Rumor, can I stay over tonight?”

I don't need to think over whether she can stay or not. “Yep, you can and please make me some of that delicious lasagna? ” I pout, batting my eyelashes at her.

Running her hand through her bouncy hazel hair she nods, “No problem, will Layla and Oli be there?”

“Nope, Layla has been with her grandmother since Wednesday afternoon, but she will be back tomorrow and morning and Oli doesn't live with me.” I chuckle.

Emelia shrugs, “She’s more in your apartment than she is in her own.”

She's right, Olivia is in my apartment like she lives with me and I have no complaints, she is helpful and entertaining. When I moved into my apartment three years ago, I didn't expect to find my high school friend living there too especially not when I was looking for a new beginning. Oli and her big mouth is the reason I reconnected with my family once again, I've always loved Olivia the most out of our friend group. Seven years later and she's still carefree as she was when I vanished from their lives. I got blamed by everyone for leaving but I didn't choose to leave, I loved my life I wouldn't have left willingly but of course, who will believe Aurora when she was known for attention seeking and being voracious.

My head tilts towards Emelia, the thought that we’re in an Uber only now sinking in “Wait, I thought you said you were driving? ”

Her lips stretch out into a smirk, “Yea, in this Uber. The driver was letting me.”

I sigh, only Emelia can convince an Uber driver to let her take over his job. She is persistent and her beauty comes in handy more times than she'd like to admit. Emelia is drop dead gorgeous, she has that whole girl next door thing working for her. Emelia's parents have great genes that's for sure, I've met her little sister once and she was just as pretty as Emelia and unlike her, she knows she's beautiful and she doesn't miss an opportunity to snug a compliment for herself. Emelia said their sister in-law was rubbing off on the kid but I still like her, Gianna is an amazing kid and she'll do great things one day as long as she keeps away from the bad crowd.

When I first saw Emelia, I hated her. She was working with evil and it disgusted me but I soon realized it's better to abide by his rules, that way life wasn't so bad. Emelia is a dancer and choreographer, the best one I've ever met and trust me, I've met my fair share. Watching her dance is mesmerizing, she is captivating when she hits that stage. I like all her dance genres but ballet is her best, she is graceful as a silver swan when she dances. I on the other hand, there's nothing graceful about my dancing. I'm reckless and show no grace whatsoever on the stage, I lose myself in the music and make a mockery of the art but Emelia deems it perfection.