The Way to a Billionaire's Heart: Part Two: BWWM Interracial Romance Read Online Free PDF

sent him on his way. He wanted to stay with us today, said he’d be a tour guide.” She made a “psht” noise and shook her head. "I told him I don’t want a boyfriend or a tour guide."
    “I’m not sure I’m up for touring anyway.” I wasn’t sure I’d ever leave the water. It felt so good to be floating there in the sun.
    “Nooo. This is a hanging around the beach day. I intend to give this hangover until noon and then I’m going to the pool bar.”
    “I think it’s a sober day for me. Maybe I’ll lay on one of those chairs with a sunshade and read. If my head stops hammering.”
    “Wait!” Kiera’s head popped up off her tube and she took of her sunglasses. "How was your night? Last I saw, you left with that man with the porn body and the shirt that didn’t close."
    “Dylan. We’re having dinner tonight.”
    "But what about last night? Did you bring him back to the room?"
    “Nah, I left not long after I went outside.” I sighed. “I wanted to hook up with him. I really did. But I kept thinking about Walker and I just felt…sad.”
    We floated in silence for a few moments. Then Kiera said, “Okay. Forgetting about him isn’t working. So try to just accept it. Tell yourself, ‘I met this man, I thought something was going to come of it, but it didn’t. And that’s okay. I’m sad, and that’s okay.’ Like, see your sadness and accept it. And let it go.”
    “Kiera, have you been listening to NPR again?”
    She laughed and splashed me. “As a matter of fact, that is from some mindfulness meditation bullshit I heard about. Here, I’ll put it how our mothers would: Let go and let God. Walker is out of your hands, out of your life. You don’t have to forget about him, you can remember those few days fondly if you want, but you can’t cling to them as a thing you can bring back.” She paused and paddled then added, “It’s like a dead puppy.”
    “What?!”
    “Like a dead puppy–it was cute and nice and fun, but it wasn’t around very long and all the crying in the world won’t bring it back to life. Go get a new dog.”
    “Holy crap, Kiera, I am so glad you didn’t become a therapist.” And yet…that actually made sense. Walker was my dead puppy. And I just needed to go back to the pound.
    We lounged about all day, reading and talking and laughing until the sun began to hang low in the sky. Snorkeling and hiking are fun, but wasting a whole day with your best friend is really what vacation is about.
    “I should go get a shower and get ready to meet Dylan,” I said about six.
    “Atta girl, get you a new puppy. But just to borrow. The best way to have a puppy. If you own it, you have to clean up its messes.”
    “I think you’ve pushed that metaphor as far as you should.”
    Kiera took a sip of her pina colada. “Just remember, a dog’ll follow anyone that’ll rub his belly ’til his leg shakes.”
    “Ooookay. It’s time to get you back up to the room before you get into trouble. Come with me, help me get my outfit together. ”
    After I showered, I found Kiera pawing through her closet again. “I still think you should wear the white dress. Just try it on! C’mon, please!”
    “Fine. Give it.” I took the dress into my room. Once I had it on, though, I had to admit, I looked ready to turn up .
    “Daaaamn, girl,” said Kiera when I came out to show her. “You are bringing the Anaconda realness tonight. If Dylan doesn’t work out, you should have your pick. May as well keep that dress, I can never wear it again after seeing how good you look. Shit.”
    I laughed. “I know that’s mostly the pina coladas talking, but thanks.” I looked like I was barely wrapped up in white medical tape, but in a good way. The sun had darkened my skin so that the contrast with the white was strong. A neckline that, on Kiera, showed a sexy cleavage, had hoisted my breasts up like scoops of chocolate ice cream in a white ceramic bowl. And yeah, my ass looked ready for a Big Sean