Living Vicariously

Vanessa's POV(Continued)

We had our reply a week later.

In spite of the very colorful welcome, Gray's would still like to work with us.

Hallelujah! 

I will not be going back to the unemployment line…..or sucking up my pride to ask mum for money.

But.

Of course there's a but. You don't puke all over one of the youngest billionaires in the world and not get your due comeuppance.

And mine happens to be my position as lead on the project.

Chloe is over the moon though because Cheryl had given her a supervisory role while I was back to being an understudy. I was happy to have kept my job and remain a part of the team, it's just....

"Are you sulking because hot and broody didn't check up on you?" Char said, picking the words right from my mind.

We had a moment, I know we did. I just didn't understand why he never looked back. Even the official reply hadn't contained a personal message for me.

"No! It's just I should have been heading the project, y'know? It was my design that got us the job."

"And if you were in charge, you have a better chance of seeing the richest bachelor in the country ever again?"

"Why do you keep harping on him?" I groused.

"Because you spent an entire week moping that Chloe interrupted your moment with him." She replied with a smile.

Cheeky little... I glared at her.

"I have a way for you to meet Callum Gray once again..." I bolted up and she chuckled. "But I'll only tell you if you agree to go clubbing with us."

"Done. Wait...us? Who's us?"

"Santiago's coming over. I told him about your new project. He's over the moon."

We'd met Santiago last year during an.....incident involving a busboy, Charlotte and the host of soute vouche. Simply put, we were banned for life from the Italian restaurant and the only reason we hadn't spent the night in jail was Santiago. 

We had become a group of sorts. 

Charlotte dreamed up the crazy schemes, I went along for the ride and Santiago did his best to keep us out of the hospital or the inside of a jail cell.

I picked up the black dress, shorts and a pair of slutty lingerie. Were we partying or hooking up? 

When I donned the dress and the shorts that kept me from flashing everyone my Honeypot when I walked, I admitted that I looked damn sexy. But Char knew what she was doing when it came to clothes.

I put my face on, picked up my favorite purse and headed out of my room just as I heard the doorbell ring. The door opened and Santiago entered our modest two bedroom apartment looking like a wet dream come to life. 

He had broody eyes and an acquiline jaw that drove women crazy. He was lithe and exuded this boy next door aura that got him more tail than I could count. I could admit that my second bestfriend was smoking hot, and I meant super hot, but I didn't have a thing for him.

He dropped his jacket and picked me up. I wasn't that small, he was just ridiculously big. "Congrats on your project, love." He smacked a big kiss on my cheek.

He was so happy for me I didn't have the heart to tell him I was just an aside now.

"Thank you. So are we partying or what?"

"Of course we are." Char announced from behind me.

"I must be luckiest man in the whole world, accompanied to the club by the two most beautiful women in history." Char preened and I rolled my eyes. Santiago was a flatterer, exactly the type of man Char liked.

I hurried out the door before they could start flirting.

"I'm here now. Tell me your plan." I announced once we'd settled at the bar and ordered our drinks.

"You puked on him and ruined his shoes, right?"

I groaned in mortification. "Stop reminding me of that."

"Well, it's your in so get over your embarrassment."

"How so?" I asked, perplexed.

"You need to replace his shoes."

"What? They are insanely expensive, and how does that help me?"

"Hear me out. I'll help you pick out awesome shoes to replace the one you ruined and you're going to give it to him, but it won't be at your office. We need to figure out where he'll be and you show up with the shoes and boom, he has no choice but to thank you with dinner or something. Maybe even skip it and get down to the d*cking down." She smirked at me. Gee, that sounds super easy. I just had to track down a billionaire and show up out of the blue. Real easy.

"You got s*x on the brain." I muttered, but that's not knew. The girl always has s*x on her mind.

"And you don't? Look me in the eye and tell me you don't want get him naked."

Callum, naked. Those washboard abs on display for my greedy eyes. I could touch with my hands and tongue, Map out every curve and indent... I swallowed my tongue.

"Yeah, that's the look." Char repeatedly smugly.

"Why do you want me to bang Mr Gray so bad?"

"Mr Gray huh? You want to call him sir? Be his little submissive?"

In my mind's eyes, I envisioned Mr Gray in his black suit and holding a flogger, me in a latex suit on my knees. "You'll call me master. Follow my rules and I'll reward you. If you disobey me, I'll punish you." His voice was low and smoky, the very timbre igniting things a voice had no business igniting in my body. 

I was a one woman BuzzFeed of porn scenes.

"Just answer my question." I growled thickly, downing the glass of bloody mary the bartender had just plopped on the table.

"I want to live vicariously through you." She answered simply.

I stared at her dumbly. "Why? You're way hotter than me." And I wasn't blowing air up her ass.

"I know." She replied simply. "But I'm a poor nobody. Your family and his are in the same social circle. You know he'll go for someone close to his class." I flushed hot but before I could say anything, she opened her phone and read a message before going pale.

"Char? What's wrong?" I hollared in alarm.

"It's from your mum." She turned the phone's screen for me to see. "It's your dad. He's had a heart attack."