The Billionaire Boys Club (Billionaire Romance Series Book 1(43)

Tyler stood up. “Let’s go,” he said to Kelsey.

“What? Where?” she asked.

“Somewhere quieter,” Tyler replied. He picked up his bag and began to head out of the room. Kelsey grabbed her own bag and joined him. She followed him out of Darrow Hall, across the damp quad, and into the coffee shop on the first floor of the library.

“Do you want anything?” Tyler asked, placing his backpack on one of the tables. Kelsey shook her head and sat down. A few moments later, Tyler returned carrying a tall coffee cup. He sat.

“Where do you think we should start?” Kelsey asked seriously. She had taken out her tablet and prepared to take notes.

“At the beginning,” Tyler said coolly, taking a sip of his drink.

“Funny,” Kelsey said in irritation.

“Have you written a memo before?” Tyler asked her.

“No,” Kelsey responded.

“I see,” Tyler said.

“What does that mean?” Kelsey asked.

“It means I see,” Tyler replied.

“Why are you so difficult?” Kelsey asked in exasperation.

“I didn’t think that I was,” was Tyler’s reply. “Look, Kelsey, writing a memo isn’t a big deal. We’ll just spot the issues and separate who needs to research what.”



“Fine,” Kelsey said. For the next half hour, Tyler and Kelsey laid out a plan for tackling the memo. Kelsey found to her surprise that she enjoyed working with Tyler. He had a very organized mind and came up with suggestions that would allow them to finish the memo quickly.

“So we’ll meet on Wednesday afternoon with our research?” Kelsey concluded.

Tyler nodded, and took the last sip of his coffee.

Kelsey put her tablet away, then said, “Can I ask you something?”



“Sure,” Tyler replied, looking at her.

“Do you have a condo too?” Kelsey blurted out. She couldn’t resist, she had been wondering all week.

Tyler laughed. “No. I certainly do not. I’m not as spoiled as Ryan,” he replied.

“You drive a nice car,” Kelsey said.

“I paid for it,” Tyler replied. “I worked before I came to law school.”



Kelsey was surprised to hear this. She had assumed that Tyler had attended Darrow straight out of college.

“Where?” Kelsey asked.

“My father’s gallery in New York,” Tyler replied.

“Gallery?”



“He bought an art gallery with his divorce settlement. He sells sculptures. I worked there for a year,” Tyler replied.

“Is your father an artist?” Kelsey asked, fascinated.

“You haven’t read my mother’s Wikipedia page?” Tyler asked. “I assume you know who my mother is?”



“I know,” Kelsey said.

“It will tell you everything you want to know,” Tyler said, grinning and standing up. “Just don’t change anything on it, or she’ll sue you.”



Kelsey laughed. “I’ll see you later, Tyler.”



“Six a.m. tomorrow, Princess,” Tyler said, and he left the cafe. Kelsey pulled out her tablet and went to Wikipedia. Now she was really curious about Tyler. She looked up Tactec.

Kelsey clicked through to the founders, and found Tyler’s mom’s Wiki page. She skimmed past the corporate information and went straight to the Personal Information section.

Tyler had obviously been joking about his mother suing, because Kelsey was surprised by the depth of personal details on the page. As she had known from Ryan, Ms. Olsen had been an intellectual property lawyer working in Seattle, before she founded Tactec. She had represented Tyler’s father, a local sculptor, in a lawsuit and they had got married six weeks before Tyler was born.

When Tyler was two, there were rumors that Ms. Olsen and the Tactec co-founder Mr. Perkins were having an affair. Both Tyler’s father and Ryan’s mother divorced the firm’s respective co-founders. Ryan’s mother made out well in her divorce, while Tyler’s parents fought bitterly over theirs and over Tyler.

Ultimately, Ms. Olsen forced a settlement. A local commentator said at the time, “... the agreement meant that the sculptor Chris Davis was allowed to keep his fifteen-year-old car, while everything else stayed with his millionaire wife.”


Kelsey turned off the tablet. Tyler Olsen was more complex than she expected. She put the tablet in her bag and left the cafe.



“Hi, Kelsey,” Zachary said that night in the dining hall. “Mind if I join you?”



“Please do,” Kelsey replied. Although Zachary sat next to Tyler in class, she hadn’t really got to know him.

“Tyler and Ryan went to Tyler’s house for dinner,” he said, putting his tray down and sitting.

Jessica walked up and sat next to Kelsey with her tray.

“Zach, this is my roommate Jessica. Jess, this is Tyler’s roommate, Zachary.’



“You look familiar,” Zachary said as Jess picked a carrot out of her salad. “Where are you from?”



“New York,” Jessica replied. “You look familiar too. Where did you go to college?”