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The Billionaires' Love Club

When struggling cellist Laura meets a handsome and charming man, she cannot believe her luck, especially when she meets a second guy…and then a third! Laura finds herself being wooed by three men, three best friends who can offer her fun, passion, and partnership…not to mention the billions in their bank accounts. While dating three handsome men has its perks, Laura finds that her life gets a lot more complicated as her feelings for each grow. Will Laura be able to choose one man…or will her dueling passions signal the end of her new relationships? “It had only been a couple of days since her last date with one of the guys before the gifts started showing up. She knew that Alex was partial to long stemmed red roses and this time was no different. Don sent her bottles of California Merlot. Ricky sent her twelve months worth of weekly salon and spa gift cards. After she received each gift, she texted the same message to each of the three: “Oh, how thoughtful.” Each gift served to remind her of what was special about their dates and the man who had lavished her with attention. The gifts gave the guys a chance to show off their wealth, but also to declare their love for her. She wondered how each could be so committed and love struck over her after such a short time period. They only had one girl to focus on where she had three very different, eligible guys to choose from…” The Billionaires’ Love Club is created by April McQueen, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

April McQueen · Urban
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50 Chs

Chapter 15: Pick Me

“Yahoo! I’m the queen of their world,” she loudly proclaimed upon waking up before her alarm. Laura was having fun despite her concern with casually dating three men. They were competing against each other to get her to pick one of them; she was worried that this competition might jeopardize the guys’ lifelong friendship.

In the early mornings she usually got a call from Alex. “Good morning Lovely Laura,” he greeted her every morning as reliable as an alarm clock. Thanks to him, she had begun waking up early in anticipation of his call from the cafe. She loved the way he pronounced her name like it was in Spanish: La-U-ra.

“How did you sleep? Alone, Mi Vida? Maybe I could bring you some coffee and a croissant one morning while you are still in bed?” She laughed at his suggestion. The more she got to know him, the less aloof he seemed and the more he flirted with her.