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(CRYSTAL)
I hang up the video call with my two sisters and Dec, still feeling slightly in shock. I’d been expecting to have to spend my break from school consoling my heartbroken sister while she recovered from her fiancé cheating on her.
Apparently, Dec well and truly has that covered. I’m happy for them because he’s clearly been in love with her for years. I’m starting to pack my suitcase for my trip back home when my phone pings with a message from the group chat we have with all our friends.
I laugh to the point of hysteria when I see what’s come through and the reaction to it. Tiffany has sent through a picture of her and Dec kissing. It’s obvious in the image that his tongue is practically halfway down her throat, and anyone who looks at this will assume they’re fucking .
It’s so similar to the picture Declan sent Jasmine of Ben and Ashley last Friday that the irony isn’t lost on me. Tiffany hasn’t given any context for the photo, and my phone is completely blowing up as our friends go wild in the chat, asking for answers.
I feel a sense of longing as I think about Tiffany and Dec. They definitely seemed happy. In fact, Tiffany seemed happier than she’s been in a long time. I want that. I came out to Stanford, and I got what I wanted in that no one knows me here, but it’s also been a strange experience.
I don’t get any special treatment here, which is both a blessing and a curse, but the few guys I’ve dated eventually Googled me and found out who I was. Using my mother’s maiden name hasn’t helped because the search results still come through with information about Carter Group.
From there, it’s not a big leap to find the Wikipedia page with more information about me than most people find out from years of dating someone. All of them changed the second they knew that I’m a billionaire. Well, technically, I’m the heir to over a billion dollars whenever Gramps dies. I’m secretly hoping that will never happen because the thought of a world without Gramps in it makes me unbearably sad.
At the end of the day, I know I’ll probably end up marrying one of the trust fund babies I grew up with, and that’s surprisingly sad for me. I like my friends, but being here amongst people who didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in their mouths has been enlightening for me.
I just want to find a regular guy who likes me for me. Is that too much to ask?
Continue the Eternal Love Billionaires series by reading Crystal and Brandon’s story in Electric Love .