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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.

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Chapter 33: It’s Time

The next day she received a text from each of her three suitors. Each one proclaimed their love and loyalty. Each message suggested that they respected her private time and need to be alone, but would like the honor of a special date that would place her closer to committing to one of them as an exclusive girlfriend.

She was happy that fate had given her another chance with the guys. On top of that, each message had suggested their respect and personal time to spend with or without any of them as she wished or needed.

“Thank God,” she whispered. She cleaned her loft of all of the visible but declining reminders of her three admirers. The flowers had died. She had eaten all of the chocolate and drunk all of the red wine. And she had not yet made time to use and enjoy the luxury gift cards worth thousands of dollars.

First, she decided to read Don’s message.