How to Hunt a Billionaire

Chapter 11 - MENTION her

Lisa POV:

After a painfully long time of Rhea and Jungkook both laughing at me, Jennie came back to the table looking incredibly pleased with herself. Behind her, two staff members moved to take away everything that was set up for Taehyung including his chair. Jennie sipped her drink once she sat down.

"Jennie, you never mention you had such an interesting girlfriend," Rhea gushed. I internally cringed as compared to the other couple, Jennie and I could barely pass as acquaintances. I spotted the looks Jungkook gave Rhea when she wasn't looking and it almost made me want the real thing. Then I remembered that my only option was to cause Rose to lose her money and she would kill me if I let that happen.

"I'm sorry," Jennie replied, not sounding sorry at all.

Jungkook and Rhea later left the table to go and interact with other people, leaving Jennie and I alone. She kept a steady gaze on the band playing, allowing me to stare at her face. It must have been obvious as she turned to look at me.

"What?"

I became flustered at being caught. "N-Nothing. Am I not allowed to look at you?"

"Weren't you taught that staring is rude?"

"I wasn't staring!" I instisted.

"Then what were you doing?"

"Observing."

"Observing what?"

My mind searched for something intelligent to say. "Your wrinkles." I felt like smacking my head. Wrinkles?

"I don't have wrinkles. I'm not that much older than you," she said, rolling her eyes.

"I meant...um...What...er...Where's the restroom?"

She pointed towards the back. "Go down the corridor. It'll be on your left."

I rushed in the direction she pointed me in as if the devil was chasing me. Which was possible. I entered my destination and as predicted, it looked like a large beauty studio with make-up all over the counter, different creams and soaps along with the cubicles at the back. I hesitantly walked in as it appeared as though the few women inside were fighting for mirror space. Then I spotted Nancy. Swiftly, I rushed into the nearest cubicle without anyone noticing and locked myself inside.

For some unknown and mystifying reason, the restroom seemed to be the place where people decided to bitch about others and I was right on time to hear about what Nancy had to say about me.

"Did you see Jennie's date?" She said.

"Yeah. She was wearing the green dress, right?" One replied.

"Yep and I can bet she didn't pay for it," Nancy stated. It was true but I still didn't like what she was implying.

"Seriously? I didn't know Kim started paying for her friend's things," another woman piped in. "I wish she paid for this."

They laughed but Nancy wasn't done.

"But she says she's not her friend. She's her girlfriend," Nancy spat out.

I heard things drop to the ground and I could imagine their horrified looks.

"What?!" They said at the same time. "You heard me. I think she's a gold digger."

"Hmm. It makes sense. Did you see the way she was sucking up to Jeon Jungkook?"

"And his girlfriend," someone added. "I wouldn't be surprised if she's trying to get into that circle."

"She's not even that pretty."

The nasty comments continued until I had enough. I wasn't self-conscious about how I looked nor did I care but did they have nothing better to do? I unlocked the door and the gossiping quietened until it was silent. I walked up to the mirror, pulling out the shiny lip gloss John had given to me. They moved away from me as if I would burn then if they got too close.

Once I was finished with my make-up, I gave them the cruelest smirk I could muster. Then my eyes landed on Nancy. I smiled then pointed at her lipstick.

"What is it?" She asked raising her hand to her mouth.

"It's a bit smudged. Probably because of all that gossiping." Twisting on my heels, I walked out. Now they can bitch about that.

I found Jennie leaning against the wall in the corridor with her hands in her pockets. She lifted her head when she heard me approaching. "Are you okay?"

"Why wouldn't I?" I grinned. "I just found out that certain people don't like me."

"And that makes you happy?"

I shrugged. "Of course. Can we go? I've had enough of this event."

"I was thinking the same thing," she said, tiredly. I noticed her tie was undone.

Jennie and I made our way towards the back entrance then received the keys to her car. We didn't talk during the journey but I noticed she wasn't driving towards my apartment.

"This isn't the way to where I live," I pointed out. The buildings were getting too shiny than I was used to.

"I'm glad you figured that out."

"I hope you know that you're really rude," I huffed.

She didn't respond. Checking my location, I found out we were in Manhattan. Jennie drove the car into a private underground parking lot. She parked near the elevators and I got out. The first thing I noticed was that it didn't smell of p*ss. Five stars in my book.

"Do you want to stay here over night?" She called out, already in one of the elevators.

I hurried after her. "Where are we?"

"My penthouse." Instead of pressing a button, she swiped a key card and the elevator began to move.

"I thought you had a place at the hotel."

"I do."

"So why did you drag me here?" I said exasperatedly. "I'm tired."

"If I took you to your apartment, your life story would be online in a matter of seconds. Didn't you notice the paparazzi following the car?"

"No." I sounded stupid even to my own ears. I never thought Jennie could be so consider-

"I don't want the world to know I'm with a waitress."

I clenched my fist. I would happily break my other wrist if it meant I could beat her up. "We're in a small space alone, Jennie, with no one to stop me. Don't think I won't hit you."

She leaned forward, less than an inch between our faces. "Hit me then," she whispered.

My brain decided to malfunction causing my jaw to drop. Not a sound came out. I could tell I looked ridiculous as Jennie moved away from me and began laughing. Her laughter brought me back to life and I glared at her. I needed to find the cure to her evil magic that leaves me incapable of speech.

"You're like an angry kitten," she said wistfully.

"Do I look like a fucking cat to you? I don't have fur nor do I lick myself." Jennie's eyebrows raised at the last part. My eyes widened. "Don't even go there, Jennie. That's disgusting."

"I didn't say anything."

The elevator door opened to her penthouse. The lights were off, hiding what was inside. I felt something touch my shoulder and jumped back only to find out that it was Jennie. She flipped one of the switches then pointed to a staircase. "There's two spare rooms upstairs. Just pick one. There's clothes for you to wear tonight."

I nodded. "Thanks."

We stood in an uncomfortable silence until Jennie finally walked away, leaving me alone.

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