The Billionaire Boys Club (Billionaire Romance Series Book 1(60)

“I guess,” Kelsey said. Her father very rarely drank. “But there’s probably some in the house.”



Dylan shrugged and placed the beer on the conveyor belt. “It’s OK.”



“Let’s get the butter,” Jessica said, steering Kelsey away by the arm.

Kelsey sighed.

“Don’t worry, Kelsey,” Jess said.

But Kelsey did nothing but worry until they pulled into her driveway. Then Dylan honked the horn, and Kelsey’s mom ran out of the front door.

“Mom!” Kelsey said gleefully, as she ran into her mother’s arms.

“Oh, you’re so skinny,” Mrs. North said. “I need to send more cookies.”



“I’ve been eating them, Mrs. North,” Jessica said guiltily. Mrs. North gave her a hug.

“You’ve lost weight too. Don’t they feed you kids?”



“Hi, Mrs. North,” Dylan said, coming from around the back with the bags from the trunk. Mrs. North gave him a big hug as Kelsey and Jessica took their bags from his hands.

“Come in, all of you.” Kelsey’s mom said. They walked into the house, which smelled like chocolate-chip cookies.


“The best smell in the world,” Dylan said. Mrs. North laughed.

“I made six batches,” she said.

“That should last at least five minutes,” Jessica said, looking around the living room. “Oh, you were so cute!” she said, spotting a photo of Kelsey from kindergarten.

“What do you mean were?” Kelsey said. Mrs. North gave her another hug.

“I’m so glad you’re home, honey,” she said.



That evening, they sat in the living room eating cookies and playing Monopoly with two of Kelsey’s friends from grade school, Jasmine and Morgan.

“What are you guys going to do while you’re here?” Morgan asked.

“Eat,” Jessica said, taking another cookie.

“Eric’s having a party on Friday night,” Jasmine said. “These cookies are great, Mrs. North.”



“Thanks, Jazz,” Mrs. North called from the kitchen.

“Yeah, we should go,” Morgan said. “It should be a blast.”



Kelsey wrinkled her nose. “I don’t know. Eric’s parties always get out of hand.”



“That didn’t used to bother you, Kels,” Morgan said knowingly.

“I’ve grown,” Kelsey replied.

“Not me,” Jasmine said. “Anyway, I told Jim I’d be there.”



“Are you still going out with Jim?” Kelsey said.

“It’s getting serious,” Morgan said.

“Really?” Kelsey said. Jasmine nodded.

“I think he’s going to propose,” she said.

“No way,” Kelsey replied.

“My dad doesn’t like him though. He thinks I can do better,” Jasmine said, taking a cookie.

“You probably can,” Morgan replied. Jasmine stuck her tongue out at Morgan.

“You just haven’t forgiven him for spilling glue over you in second grade.”



“He ruined my new dress!’ Morgan said.

“Anyway,” Jasmine said. “I saw the prettiest ring at the mall in Silverdale. I’m hoping that he gets it for me at Christmas.”



“Did you tell him to?” Jessica asked.

“You have to be subtle with men, Jess,” Jasmine said, knowingly.

“She took a photo of herself wearing it in front of the store, and messaged him,” Morgan laughed. “Really subtle.”



“Whatever works,” Jasmine said.

“Why are you so quiet, Dylan?” Jessica asked.

“Too many girls,” Morgan said.

Dylan laughed. “Excuse me,” he said and left the room. Jessica glanced at Kelsey, who frowned.

“What’s going on?” Jasmine asked.

“Law school is stressful,” Jessica replied.

“I’ve heard that. Are you doing OK? How are your grades, Kels?” Jasmine asked in concern.

“We don’t know. They’re based on our finals.”



“OK, that’s scary,” Morgan said. “What if you fail it?”



“Then you fail the class,” Kelsey said.

“It’s a good thing our Kelsey has nerves of steel,” Jasmine said.

“Yeah,” Kelsey replied. “Good thing.”



“Well, go out with us Friday. Let off some steam,” Morgan said.

“We’ll see,” Kelsey said.



Dylan didn’t return. After Morgan and Jasmine left, Jessica and Kelsey found him in the basement watching television with Kelsey’s dad.

“Hey,” he said, beer in hand.

“Are you girls joining us to watch wrestling?” Kelsey’s dad teased.

“I think we’ll pass, Dad,” Kelsey said, sitting on the arm of his chair. “Mom went to bed. She said she had to get up early.”



Kelsey’s dad nodded. “She told me, thanks. She’s been working on the meal all week, and we’ll finish it in twenty minutes.”