All Chapters of The Billion Dollar Love Triangle: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

As the car flipped over several times and we all got tossed around the car, I couldn’t help but wonder if this was all my fault. If I had just done the smart thing and ended things with Lee after Winter Break and dated only Grayson. Maybe my life would be much easier… I slowly opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. I was in a comfy bed on silk sheets in a big beautiful room. The arm around me tightened and pulled me closer. “Morning baby.” Grayson’s gravelly voice whispered. “How did you sleep?”“I had the strangest dream.” I admitted. “I fell in love with Lee Windsor and you two were fighting over me. It was silly.”“Sounds more like a nightmare.” He chuckled. “I couldn’t imagine losing you to him.”“You could have. We did have that intense month during Winter Break.” I pointed

Scarlett’s POVEverything felt blurry. The lights, the walls, the ceiling. I felt like I was being rushed in time or something. I could hear voices far away. They sounded panicked. I think I was hurt. They were trying to save me. Suddenly I remembered. The crash. The boys were hurt and it was my fault.Why didn’t I just make a decision? Why did I string it along and go back and forth? What if after Lee told me he loved me I had just chosen him?***A giggle escaped my lips as I woke up. Lee’s lips were furiously kissing my neck.“Lee!” I squealed. “What are you doing?”“You were sleeping too long, baby.” He murmured. “I missed you.”“I missed you too. The dream world was not kind to me.” I admitted. “Oh yeah? What did you dream about?”“Um...nothing important. I’m here with yo

There was a moment of silence before the room exploded. Voices overlapped filled with shock and confusion. My eyes were on Grayson and Lee. They looked like they weren’t fully processing what I had just said. “Please, everyone calm down, please!” The room slowly quieted. “Th-thank you, I will take a few questions. Blue tie.” “What does choosing yourself mean?” “I’ve made a mess of everything. I’m so wrapped up in this triangle that I don’t know who I am anymore. I lost myself in this. I mean I know I love both Grayson and Lee very much, but maybe I’m not ready for such a serious commitment. I think I still have things to learn before becoming someone’s fiance and the future of the company. I also want them to realize they can do it without me. They have the potential.” “So what about the boys?” Another reporter asked. “Do you think you’ll ever be with one of them?” “I hope so,” I admitted. “But I think it has to be when me and whoever

It had been two months since I broke my sobriety. I loved life.I had something of a routine. I would do a few lines when I woke up, Rudy would drive me to work, I’d snort for lunch, and when I got off there was Rudy to take me to whatever wild party was happening. We would get high, have sex and party all night until we passed out. Then we woke up and did it all over again. I of course made time for my friends so they didn’t suspect that anything was wrong with me. My limited communication with Grayson and Lee continued. Both had tried to explain the girls, but I didn’t want to hear it. I had moved on.On quieter nights, Rudy and I got high alone and watched stupid movies and fucked on my couch. Our relationship was both severely codependent and low maintenance. We simply wanted what we needed from each other. It sounded complicated but was wonderfully simple. “Hey wh

Lee’s POVI was pretty fucked up after Scarlett didn’t choose me. However, I was relieved that she didn’t really choose anyone. I thought for sure she would go with Grayson. He was the obvious choice.Older, more intelligent and sophisticated, they had a history.I was actually kind of proud that she chose herself and wanted to truly figure out who she was. I was hoping that meant she would come back to me. I hated how weak and lonely I was without her. My bed was lonely and after all that time without sex, I was craving it badly. Enter Rebecca Walsh.She was stunning, sexy, and liked to have fun. I knew I wouldn’t be serious about her, but I needed to at least feel satisfied. It worked, but only up to a point. I could get off and feel sexually fulfiled for a few moments and then the emptiness set in. Now that I had made love, just fucking felt so useless. It didn’t give me