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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 37: I Don’t Know

After she said her third yes, reality set in. She wondered about the impact of what she had done, knowing that this would be hard to undo. She took full responsibility for committing to all three of her suitors but still cared for all three of them.

“What have I done?” She cried out in anguish.

There were no phone calls or texts yet, but once the guys communicated with each other, she knew that they would contact her until they got her response.

“I will turn off my phone,” she said to herself. This might be the coward’s way out, but without knowing what else to do, it would buy her some time.

She paced back and forth in the loft. She cleaned. She exercised. She tried everything she knew of to trigger coming up with a solution. Nothing worked until she realized she had ignored the most obvious solution: music.