Saving Her Billionaire

“Maybe we operate on the same wavelength,” said Phoebe. “That’s really rare. I’m quite enjoying talking to you, you know.”

“I’m really enjoying talking to you too,” said Nate, “which is odd because I usually don’t like talking to people. I’m quite an introverted person. Everything I do I prefer to do it alone, and when someone comes up and randomly starts talking to me, like you did just now, I would have not liked it at all. But when you started talking I did not mind. In fact, I kind of liked the fact that you were talking to me. I liked the fact that you cared enough to take an interest in what I am going through.”

“I got a vibe from you,” said Phoebe. “I can’t really explain it. It was just… it was a very strange vibe. I felt like you needed someone to talk to, but not about the thing you are going through. You needed distraction from whatever it is that you are going through. Is that accurate at all or am I just talking out of my ass here?”

“That is actually completely accurate,” said Nate. “Scary accurate. I appreciate the fact that you didn’t ask what was wrong, because I really don’t want to talk about it. Maybe that’s why I felt so comfortable talking to you, because you didn’t insist on asking me about what was going on. You didn’t feel entitled to my head space in any way, you didn’t feel like I owed you the venting out of my emotions just because you took an interest in the fact that I seemed upset.”

“I won’t ask,” said Phoebe. “I understand the feeling of not wanting to talk about something, I understand about it quite deeply in fact, so I won’t ask. I promise. Let’s talk about something else now, what do you say?”

“That is an excellent idea,” said Nate. “What do you want to talk about?”

“I would like to talk about other things about your life,” said Phoebe. “You seem really interesting. But it’s no fun at all if you just tell me about yourself, it’s the kind of thing that normal and boring people do. I don’t think either of us is either of those things, so why don’t we do something different?”

“Something different?” asked Nate, “What do you mean?”

“How about I try to guess facts about you?” asked Phoebe. “I’ll say something about you, and if it’s true you drink. If I’m wrong, I drink. You can do the same to me. If whatever you say about me is true, I will drink but if it is false you will drink. What do you say? It’s a great drinking game, and it will allow us to get very, very drunk.”

“Sounds good,” said Nate with a smile. He was extremely handsome. Phoebe often wasn’t attracted to white men. There was no reason for this, it was just that she preferred men with more bronzed skin tones. He, however, was an exception to the rule, and quite a big one at that. He had the kind of good looks that you only expected from movie stars. His icy blue eyes were eerily beautiful. They seemed to pierce into your soul and understand things about you that you would otherwise try desperately to keep hidden. She wanted to know him, know everything there was to know about him. The alcohol both of them would inevitable drink over the course of this game would allow both of them to loosen up and talk freely, which was something Phoebe very much wanted to do. She wanted to pat herself on the back for thinking of such an excellent and fun way of getting to know this man that she was steadily getting more and more attracted to.

Nate bought Phoebe a drink, red wine and a very good year, and they began to play the drinking game that would allow them to learn things about each other in very intimate detail. They were both really looking forward to this game they were about to play. They could attribute this excitement and desire to play the game to the fact that they both felt immensely attracted to each other. It was the same push of inertia and pull of as yet uncertain future that had made Phoebe want to talk to Nate in the first place. It was the same feeling that made Nate want to talk to Phoebe as well instead of pushing her away the way he would have done if it had been anyone else in the world that had talked to him in that moment, especially considering the fact that Nate’s father had just died and he really felt like being alone at the moment.

“So,” said Phoebe. “Time for my first guess. From the watch on your wrist and the kind of clothes your wearing, as well as how soft and callous free your hands are, I would say that you are incredibly rich.”

“Very accurate,” said Nate. He took a sip from his whiskey. “Now, is it my turn?”

“Yes it is,” said Phoebe.

“Alright,” said Nate. He started to look extremely thoughtful. “What should I ask? This is a rather difficult decision to make. I don’t want my question to be flippant, I want it to facilitate the gaining of an intimate understanding of who you are, because I really want to get to know you as intimately as possible. At the same time, I don’t think that asking a very serious or heavy question would be a very good idea right now, because we only just started talking.”

Nate thought for a moment and then said, “Your first major was artistic. I can’t guess what exactly it was, obviously, but it was definitely something artistic. Fine art, perhaps? Something else? Literature?”

“Oh my God,” said Phoebe, laughing and taking a sip of her red wine. “That is very, very good. How on earth did you guess that?”

“Just by the way you talk,” said Nate. “I had a feeling that you are an artistic person. You have a very unique view of the world, I can see that already. You are compassionate and caring and such things come from artistically inclined people. It is what makes these people get into art in the first place. It is what makes these people feel the need to express themselves in such a way. So, which one was it? Literature or fine art? Was it something else perhaps?”