The Billionaire Wants me
She said, just as a beautiful brunette lady with hazel eyes joined her.
“Scarlett, meet my girlfriend, Marina; Marina, Scarlett. An old friend from high school.”
"Hello,” She said, and regarded me with a smile. We had a brief handshake. As she let go of my hand, she hung it possessively across Phoebe's shoulder. I'd always known that Phoebe preferred girls.
"Uhm- hello.” I responded, tugging my hands into the pockets of my Denim pants.
“So, you came here for your project or something?" She asked, eyeing my handbag, probably inspecting why I was here at the Mets.
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