The Billionaire Boys Club (Billionaire Romance Series Book 1(4)

Her mother hugged her again. “Such a big girl.” Kelsey’s mom sighed.

“Into the car, my love. Kelsey, have a wonderful time.”



Mrs. North walked around the car and got in.

“Thanks, Dad,” Kelsey said. Kelsey’s father kissed her forehead again, and got into the driver’s seat.

“We’re only two hours away,” he said to her.

Kelsey laughed. “I know, Dad. Have a good dinner.” Kelsey’s dad nodded and started the car. They drove off, waving at Kelsey, who waved back. The car drove the rest of the loop and headed back out of the gate they had entered.

Kelsey turned back to retrieve her bike. Her cell phone buzzed and she removed it from the zippered pocket of her jacket.

Love you Kels, said the message from her mother.



After parking her bike in the cool concrete basement, Kelsey bounded up the stairs to her room. She and Jessica had been chatting online with each other all summer, and they already considered each other friends.

“They’re off?” Jessica asked, as Kelsey returned. Jessica was putting the finishing touches on her desk, placing pens in a flowered pencil cup.

“Back to Port Townsend.” Kelsey replied. She moved the bags to one side and sat on her bed. She looked around the room. Like her room at college, it was small, with walls of glossy white-painted cinder block. She glanced at Jessica’s side. Flowered bedspread, worn teddy bear. Jessica was a girly girl.

“Need some help unpacking?” Jessica asked. Kelsey shook her head. “I guess not,” Jessica continued. “You didn’t bring much.”



“I thought I’d be a bit busy,” Kelsey grinned.

“You and me both,” Jessica replied. “My parents wanted to know if they should have Amazon send over a television. I laughed at them.”



“Exactly,” Kelsey said. She opened one of her bags and pulled out a travel packing cube and unzipped it, revealing a neat stack of jeans. Jessica raised an eyebrow. “My mom packed them for me,” Kelsey explained.

“I was wondering. I was hoping you weren’t a neat freak.”



“Definitely not,” Kelsey replied, pulling out another travel cube. Over the next few minutes, she stood and placed her clothes in the dresser against the wall at the foot of her bed. After unpacking all of the bags that were on her bed, she removed them and placed them next to the dresser.

She reached into the large duffel bag and pulled out a cozy quilt, which she spread over the bed.

“That’s it,” Kelsey said.

“Seriously?”



“I need to get some pens in town,” Kelsey replied.

“Then let’s go!” Jessica said. She took her coat, which was hanging from the back of the chair and grabbed her purse. It was Kelsey’s turn to look surprised.

“A coat? Don’t you have a fleece jacket?”



Jessica laughed. “I have seen nothing but those since I got off the plane. Seriously, I think I saw one coat.”



“It rains a lot. Fleece keeps you dry and warm,” Kelsey replied.


“I should have asked you to bring one from your store. I have a feeling I’m not in New York anymore.”



“Definitely not,” Kelsey said, putting on her jacket.

The two girls left the building and walked through the large yard that their dorm faced.

“Want to walk around campus for a minute?” Jessica asked.

“Love to,” Kelsey said. She hadn’t seen Darrow Law since the beginning of the summer. After graduation, she and her parents had come up from Portland to Seattle for a short vacation and they had visited the campus. Kelsey loved the way it looked.

She looked back at the simple but beautiful dormitory. First-year law students were required to live on campus. One dormitory, with three entry doors. Each entry had five floors, a ground floor with a lounge, and four floors with five rooms and a shared bathroom each. The floors were boys on one floor, girls on the next.

One hundred and twenty students in the first year class, usually dropping to about eighty graduates by third year. Darrow Law was not for the meek.

Kelsey and Jessica walked across the well-manicured lawn. Past Chambers Hall, where the second and third year students had their classes and where the school administration worked. Next door, the modern glass student center, which fronted Lake Washington.

To their right, the huge library, where Kelsey expected to spend most of the next three years. And directly in front of them, the daunting Darrow Hall, where the first years would discover whether they could handle law school. Kelsey knew that almost a third of the class would discover they could not. She was determined not to be one of that third.

The girls walked past the statue of Clarence Darrow, the famous lawyer after whom the law school had been named in the 1950’s, past Darrow Hall, and out of the front gate.



They turned right and down the darkening sidewalk. The law school was in a quiet residential neighborhood, which had developed around the law school. They knew that they were seeing the homes of their teachers and their fellow students. They walked up 42nd Street for about ten minutes, and back to Madison Street.

Madison Street was an interesting mix of upscale restaurants and shops and cozy student coffee shops and bars. “Where first?” Jessica asked.