It was too early in the day for many customers. There were only two people seated at the bar and nobody in the restaurant. “Can I help you?” the bartender greeted, his voice clipped. “My boyfriend is down at the bank,” I explained. “When he’s finished, we’re going to want lunch.” The bartender relaxed. I didn’t know why I called Kris my boyfriend, maybe there was something about a poorly lit bar and people drowning their sorrows that made a girl wary. No matter the reason, the term had brought with it a pang of longing. No matter what I told Ava, or how dumb it was, I couldn’t deny that I wanted what I’d said to be true. I pulled out a barstool and asked for an iced tea. Judging from the lack of customers, I found myself wondering if eating here was a good idea. Maybe a beverage was as far as I’d go. When the bartender returned, I had an idea. Kris had told me about confidence, and how all it took was courage and some great acting to get what you want. I wondered if that was true.
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