Billionaire Romance: The Billionaire's Secrets (Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 1) Read Free
Author: Danielle Fin
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the group. It was partly because she had the perfect balance for practicality and adventure and partly because she was the most popular out of all them since the start of the trip. She stood at 5 feet and 7 inches but when she wears heels, which she rarely does so; she can pass for a solid 6 feet. She has carefree locks of wavy blonde hair that she only ties to a ponytail. With bright blue eyes, full red lips, sun kissed skin and a cleavage that makes both Ross and Ivy green with envy, Tricia seems to be the total package.
Only her closest friends, Ross and Ivy know the story of her life and the circumstances that made the traveling necessary for her. Her parents were doing missionary work to Asia when they were taken hostage by a group of rebels. Due to the failures of the local police and military, her parents were caught in the crossfire and died.
Tricia was still racked by grief, with only moments of genuine joy. There were times where she left the two and wandered alone only to come back with her eyes red from tears. Now on their cities leg of the travel, she was beginning to really enjoy the trip and her friends are more than ready to support her. She was in fact looking happier than ever.
What was supposed to be a quick dinner turned out to be a long night of partying, instead of a local diner, it was a rowdy club filled with locales de-stressing from work and foreigners, who wanted a taste for the Bahraini night life. In the middle of the dance floor, the three girlfriends were having the time of their life. For Tricia, it was a welcome respite from the painful past and a chance to enjoy the trip. It was past 3am and soon the club was beginning to empty.
“Let’s call it a night?” asked Tricia.
“One more dance, please?” replied Ivy.
“Last one okay?” asked Ross.
“Okay, let me get last round of drinks,” offered Ivy.
Tricia and Ross were pleasantly surprised; Ivy was not only the least adventurous of the three but also has the least tolerance for alcohol. For one reason or another, Ivy showed no signs of being drunk, she was a bit tipsy but nowhere close to the usual clumsiness was she known for when she gets drunk. Or so they thought.
One of the bartenders hurriedly approached Tricia and Ross,
“Tricia and Ross?”
“Yes,” replied Ross.
In broken English, the bartender told them that Ivy slipped in the washroom and had a bad sprain on her leg. Tricia dashed towards the washroom and saw few ladies and another bartender looking towards Ivy, who was now sitting in the floor, obviously in distress.
“I think I slipped guys, help me up Tricia.”
“Ivy, you have a bad sprain, the alcohol is numbing the pain.”
“I don’t have a sprain, come on guys, one more dance, please?”
“No, we need to get you to a hospital. We need to take an x-ray to make sure nothing is broken and we need prescription for the pain meds.”
“I don’t need pain meds and I don’t need x-ray. I’m fine Tricia, I just slipped that’s all.”
“Ivy, you may be drunk but you are a drunk med student, come on, you know better than that.”
“All right mom, stop worrying about me mom.” In a brief moment of lucidity, Ivy realized that calling Tricia mom was insensitive of her, especially because of the recent death of Tricia’s own mother. “Oh my God, sorry Tricia. I did not mean it like that. I’m so sorry.”
“I know, I know. Come on, we need to get you up. Can you get up?”
By this time, Ross also came in and together they held up Ivy on either side and they heard the siren of an ambulance just outside of the club. With the help of the paramedics, Ivy was put in a stretcher, loaded in the ambulance and was ready to leave.
“Don’t leave me!” Ivy shouted.
Tricia and Ross were about to board the ambulance but one of the paramedics motioned that only one family member can still fit the
Only her closest friends, Ross and Ivy know the story of her life and the circumstances that made the traveling necessary for her. Her parents were doing missionary work to Asia when they were taken hostage by a group of rebels. Due to the failures of the local police and military, her parents were caught in the crossfire and died.
Tricia was still racked by grief, with only moments of genuine joy. There were times where she left the two and wandered alone only to come back with her eyes red from tears. Now on their cities leg of the travel, she was beginning to really enjoy the trip and her friends are more than ready to support her. She was in fact looking happier than ever.
What was supposed to be a quick dinner turned out to be a long night of partying, instead of a local diner, it was a rowdy club filled with locales de-stressing from work and foreigners, who wanted a taste for the Bahraini night life. In the middle of the dance floor, the three girlfriends were having the time of their life. For Tricia, it was a welcome respite from the painful past and a chance to enjoy the trip. It was past 3am and soon the club was beginning to empty.
“Let’s call it a night?” asked Tricia.
“One more dance, please?” replied Ivy.
“Last one okay?” asked Ross.
“Okay, let me get last round of drinks,” offered Ivy.
Tricia and Ross were pleasantly surprised; Ivy was not only the least adventurous of the three but also has the least tolerance for alcohol. For one reason or another, Ivy showed no signs of being drunk, she was a bit tipsy but nowhere close to the usual clumsiness was she known for when she gets drunk. Or so they thought.
One of the bartenders hurriedly approached Tricia and Ross,
“Tricia and Ross?”
“Yes,” replied Ross.
In broken English, the bartender told them that Ivy slipped in the washroom and had a bad sprain on her leg. Tricia dashed towards the washroom and saw few ladies and another bartender looking towards Ivy, who was now sitting in the floor, obviously in distress.
“I think I slipped guys, help me up Tricia.”
“Ivy, you have a bad sprain, the alcohol is numbing the pain.”
“I don’t have a sprain, come on guys, one more dance, please?”
“No, we need to get you to a hospital. We need to take an x-ray to make sure nothing is broken and we need prescription for the pain meds.”
“I don’t need pain meds and I don’t need x-ray. I’m fine Tricia, I just slipped that’s all.”
“Ivy, you may be drunk but you are a drunk med student, come on, you know better than that.”
“All right mom, stop worrying about me mom.” In a brief moment of lucidity, Ivy realized that calling Tricia mom was insensitive of her, especially because of the recent death of Tricia’s own mother. “Oh my God, sorry Tricia. I did not mean it like that. I’m so sorry.”
“I know, I know. Come on, we need to get you up. Can you get up?”
By this time, Ross also came in and together they held up Ivy on either side and they heard the siren of an ambulance just outside of the club. With the help of the paramedics, Ivy was put in a stretcher, loaded in the ambulance and was ready to leave.
“Don’t leave me!” Ivy shouted.
Tricia and Ross were about to board the ambulance but one of the paramedics motioned that only one family member can still fit the
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