My Italian Billionaire: A BWWM Italian Billionaire Romance - Plot & Excerpts
Her best friend had called her repeatedly over the last few days, but she'd been too wrapped up in quitting her job, and Lucca, for her to answer her phone at all. Julie was gonna be pissed. And she was. "Girl, why haven't you called me back none? You know I have stories for you. Drake is nothing but a low-down, no-good bastard and—" "Julie." "I broke up with his black ass. I can find another guy, a better guy, any night of the week. You better—" "Julie." "Believe it. I'm not going to lay down and die because some guy thinks with his cock instead of his head and—" "Julie!" "Yeah?" "I need a drink." "Wanna go to Joe's?" Megan rubbed her temple. "I don't have any money to spend on booze." It hurt so much to admit that. Which was ridiculous. Julie had seen her through her worst—turning her back on her parents—and she'd helped Julie through all of her numerous breakups. They always had each other's backs. "No worries. I can handle tonight. Joe's then? How soon?" "How about your place?
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