The Billionaire Boys Club (Billionaire Romance Series Book 1(2)

“More likely,” Kelsey grinned.

“I know. Try to stay on the West Coast.”



“No promises,” Kelsey replied.

Her father nodded thoughtfully. “The thanks we get for encouraging you to dream big,” he smiled, taking another sip of his coffee.

“Thank you, Dad,” Kelsey said.

“We’re proud of you, Kels. You’re going to do great.”



“I hope so.”



“Of course you will,” her father said. He gave her a one-armed hug, and they looked at the Seattle skyline, which the ferry had closed in on during their conversation.

“We are now approaching the Seattle ferry dock. Please return to your cars. Thank you,” the loudspeaker said behind them.

“That’s our cue,” Kelsey’s father said, kissing her forehead. “Let’s go.”



Kelsey nodded, and gripped her cup as they headed back into the interior of the ferry. Kelsey’s mom stood next to the door and smiled at them.

“Ready?” Kelsey’s mom asked.

“Ready,” Kelsey replied.

The family walked through the aisle and followed the crowd out of the door and down the steep, narrow staircase. They walked through the small spaces left between the neatly parked cars to their own dark green Subaru Outback. They climbed in, and Kelsey placed her cup in the door holder. She put on her seat belt in the back seat, as her parents did the same in the front.

The ferry smoothly slid up to the dock, and within minutes, the ferry had docked and the motorcycles and bicycles began leaving the ferry. Kelsey’s dad started the car and they drove off past the yellow-safety-vested ferry employees and took a right onto Alaskan Way. Kelsey looked out the window. The buildings which had been a far-away skyline twenty minutes ago, now formed the downtown canyon they would drive through.

Kelsey’s dad expertly drove through the streets of downtown Seattle, having gone to college here and spent his first working years living downtown. He drove up Yesler Way, and soon they were driving slowly up steep James Street.

“Rush hour,” her father said to no one in particular.

“At 3 p.m.?” Kelsey’s mom asked. Her father shrugged.

“It isn’t raining. Sometimes that’s a reason to leave work early.”



Kelsey held her cup carefully as they climbed up the hill. Once they reached the top of First Hill, they took a left, then a right a few blocks later, and headed up Madison Street. The road to Madison Park — her new home for the next three years.

“Kels, do you need anything from the store?” her father asked. “There’s a supermarket on the way.”



“No, thanks,” Kelsey said, finishing her drink and stashing the cup back in the door holder. “There’s one near campus.”



“Someone’s already doing their homework,” her mother said from the front seat.

“Google Maps can be useful,” Kelsey replied, looking out of the window. They drove up Madison Street, got briefly caught in a small traffic jam as they neared the Arboretum, and continued up to the edge of Madison Park.

“It’s cute up here,” said Kelsey’s mom. Kelsey nodded without listening. They drove past banks, a small grocery store, and the real estate offices needed in such an exclusive neighborhood.

“The Junior League offices?” Kelsey’s dad said as he drove. “Why am I not surprised?”



“Expensive area,” his wife agreed.

“Expensive school,” Kelsey’s dad quipped.

“Daniel!” Kelsey’s mom chided. But Kelsey didn’t hear him. She was transfixed by the view out of the window.

“There’s the lake.” Kelsey’s dad said soothingly. “Right on 43rd,” he continued, turning the car. “Kelly, do you have the directions?” Kelsey’s mom reached into the visor and pulled out a piece of paper.

“Straight down 43rd. There’s a service road into the back of the campus.”



“Never mind,” Kelsey’s dad said. His wife looked at him, puzzled. “Look,” he said, grinning.


In front of them was a long line of cars, waiting for their turn to be admitted through a small stone gate. Next to a small plaque that said “Darrow Law School”, a harried-looking woman in a orange construction vest and carrying a clipboard was talking to a passenger in a car ahead of them.

“I wonder how long the wait is,” Kelsey’s mom said, sighing.

“Not too bad, I hope,” her husband replied. “Look, someone’s leaving now.” A silver Audi drove past them, back down 43rd.

“Probably they just let you unload the car in front of the dorm, then you’ve got to head back out,” Kelsey’s dad mused. A second car passed by them. “We’re moving,” he said.

Kelsey had been silent in the back seat for a long time. This was the moment she had been waiting for, almost her whole life. Leaving her small-town life behind to go to college in Portland had been step one, and now she had earned her way into step two. She just had to make the most of it.

Her mother turned her head and looked back at her. “Are you sleeping, Kels?”



Kels smiled and shook her head.