Melody Anne's Billionaire Universe: Going to the Chapel (Kindle Worlds Novella) (The Colter Family Book 1) by N Kuhn Page A

announcement ended and the flight attendants began their safety instructions.
“We so need this. Thankfully this is just a short flight,” Charlene said, leaning into her friend Robin. “I’m in the mood for some margaritas and sunshine.” Robin nodded, turning her gaze back to the window as she watched the last of the luggage get loaded into the plane. She knew her friend was right. They did need a girls trip and if Robin had her own way, she would never return to Seattle. Her best friend, Charlene Dixon, thought a girl’s weekend in Vegas would cure Robin’s broken heart. Robin Colter had walked in on Darren “The Douchebag” Jordan this morning. Apparently after two years of being together, he was suddenly bored. At least, that was the explanation he gave Robin when she found Darren on top of her roommate, on her couch, missing their clothes. They now have the weekend to get their belongings out of the apartment that she paid for. Charlene elbowed her in the side, drawing her attention away from the window.
“Robin, smile. Vegas, shows, drinks, pool, warm sunshine and hot guys. Nuff said, right? There’s cold weather here at home, be happy, please.” Robin tried hard to force a smile at Charlene, to reassure her that she was ready for this. Grinning at her friend, Charlene turned to the older man on her left, leaving Robin to return to her daydreaming.
     
    “ Robin, if you weren’t such a stuck up prude, maybe your boyfriend wouldn’t have been in bed with me,” her roommate had screamed at her. The girls’ blonde hair was mussed, with nothing but the back of the couch to cover her naked body. Darren had dared to just stand there, stuttering. “Tell her Darren, tell her how you said she’s cold and there’s nothing there.” The girl had prodded him until he finally shook free. Instantly, the young man had tried to beg Robin to forgive him, but she just backed up, dropping the overnight bag she had brought home. Spending two days in New York on business, she had rushed home on the red eye, hoping to surprise her boyfriend early. She had been the one surprised though. Yanking the bag back off the ground, she moved towards the door.
“You both have until Sunday night, to get out of my apartment, or I’m calling the cops and having you removed,” her voice barely above a whisper.
“Fine, I can’t stand your uptight, spoiled ass anymore anyways,” the roommate yelled, storming off in all her naked glory, obviously not embarrassed to show it all off. Darren tried once again, stepping towards Robin, only to look down at his bare body. He grabbed a pillow, covering himself. Robin just shook her head no, turning to run out the door. The slamming behind her echoed through the hallway of the high-rise building her father owned. Though the sky rise was in her family name, she still paid rent like any other tenant. On her way down in the elevator, she called Charlene and it led her to the airport.
     
    Robin couldn’t believe that the girl she once thought of as a friend, had the nerve to blame her for what happened. She couldn’t even bear to think of the girl’s name for fear of crying again. Could it really be her fault? Self-doubt crept through her. She had spent so long, running her own business. She did online consulting and promotions for web based companies. It was nice to be able to work whenever, wherever. Unlike Darren, Robin didn’t want to live off of her family’s money. At twenty-four, she wanted to make a way for herself. She wanted to earn her own money, choosing to save her trust fund for the long term. But growing your own business is hard. No matter what, you have to put in a lot of hours and hard work. Darren never understood that. He was happy just being a banking associate, going to school with never graduating, changing his major constantly and living off of me. His parent’s wouldn’t give him his trust for another few years. He wasn’t even that good at his job either.