Claimed by the billionaire
ELIZABETH POV
"Take off the jacket, Liz, or I’m pouring this shot down your dress." Billie didn't even look up from the tablet, her finger aggressively slamming the screen to queue our karaoke songs. "We came here to get wild, not watch you sit there like a chaperone."
"I'm pregnant, Billie, not dead," I said, but I kicked off the silk blazer anyway and shoved it to the side of the booth.
"Barely pregnant," Kim chimed in, dragging a plate of loaded fries over. "You don't even have a bump yet. You just have an excuse to make Christian buy you whatever craving you want at three in the morning."