The Science Of Love: A Billionaire BWWM Romance Read Free Page B

the adult content market, but
he didn’t want to make himself seem like a pervert to any girl
he might meet. How was he ever going to increase his success rate
with women if they found out he was making money supplying lonely men
with sex fantasies? And Jada, he had found out was from a religious
family who would be shocked to know the man their daughter was going
out with happened to be a porno king. So he needed to find some other
way to make his fortune. He would find it if it took him years to do
it.
    David
had his finger in the internet marketing end of things. He was
writing programs which could make it all possible on a fraction of
the computing power which the older systems had needed. He had the
ability to see where it was all going. He’d been forced to
endure a math teacher in high school who thought personal computers
were a waste of time even when it was obvious everyone was getting
one. David was going to find a way to make some serious cash with his
skills while everyone else was busy impressing their professors. He
might have little skill with women, but that was all about to
improve. Because, he felt, if he had the money, who cared what kind
of social skills he had? He could hire someone to manage skills for
him.
    Jada’s
face began to obsess David. He had called and talked with her three
times but still hadn’t had the nerve to ask her out. He avoided
the student lounge where they met because he didn’t want to run
into her again and have nothing to say. He felt so far below her in
status it made him sick. How could he hope to ever match her
standards? The hell with race, what man with a pulse wouldn’t want to spend an evening with her? He dreamed of her every night and
saw her face in his sleep. She would always be sitting on the
carpeted floor of the lounge and looking up at him.
    And then
it hit him, she liked science and math, why not a trip to local
museum of industry? He would call her up and ask Jada if she wanted
to go visit it. Neither one of them had cars, but they could always
take the bus. He could look up the bus schedule and ride with her
downtown to it. They could have a nice day walking around and looking
at the exhibits. It was a great idea. He looked at the clock: it was
only eight in the evening, she wouldn’t mind if he called her a
little early. David punched out her number and waited for the phone
to start ringing.
    “ You
weren’t supposed to call me this early,” Jada told David
when she picked up the phone. “I’m at Lyon Hall and in
the middle of a game. Call me in another hour when I’m back at
the dorm.”
    “ Game?”
was all he could manage to get out of his mouth.
    “ I’m
at the Go club. It’s the one night I let myself go play,”
she told him. “Look if you really want to meet, just come by
the room and you can walk me back.” She gave him the room
number of where she was.
    David
hung up his phone and thought. She played Go? He’d attempted
the game once or twice, but it didn’t interest him. He stuck to
chess which he’d learned from his cousins. He would spend dull
winter nights over at their house trying to keep from being
obliterated by them. His cousins, every one of them boys, would play
against each other all the time and became quite good at the game. He
would play them only when he visited. They would use him to try out
different moves and see how fast they could beat him. He eventually
learned enough to keep from getting slaughtered, but never reached
their level.
    Go was
the sort of game which seemed to him very easy at the surface, but
incredibly complex once you started learning it. Played out on a
series of seventeen by seventeen grind lines where you placed stones
of white and black on the intersections, it was wildly popular in
Asia and had been so for over a thousand years. When you surrounded
your opponent’s stone with your stones on the cardinal points,
they lost the space. It could also happen with entire groups of
stones. The game