An Over 60s Love Story (BWWM Billionaire Romance Book 1) Read online

  An Over 60s Love Story

  Will this 60 year old find love using a dating app?

  A sexy over 60's romance by Ellie Etienne of BWWM Club.

  After ten years of grieving her husband, Rebecca’s friends give her the push to move on.

  And after a series of failed dates she finally meets the breathtakingly handsome Robert Walters…

  As they hit it off his charmingly good looks seem almost too good to be true…

  And perhaps it is: Robert Walters is a retired CEO billionaire after all!

  Rebecca soon finds that falling in love in her 60s is just as unpredictable and uncontrollable as it had been in her 20s!

  And with both of their children up in arms about their parents getting closer Rebecca doesn’t know if she’s even ready to take it to the next level!

  Will she find a second chance at happiness with Robert?

  And how much would she be willing to give up for him?

  Find out in this emotional yet sexy romance by Ellie Etienne of BWWM Club.

  Suitable for over 18s only due to smoking hot sex scenes!

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  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

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  Chapter 1

  “It’s done, Beck. There’s no point kicking about it now. It’s done, we paid for it, happy belated birthday to you. Don’t thank us, we’ll get our kicks from telling you that we told you so.”

  Rebecca Langston stared at her two best friends in the whole wide world and wondered if it had finally happened. Had they finally taken complete leave of every single one of their senses?

  What was next? Would Grace give up on her law firm and marry one of her boy toys? Would Lillian move to a lesbian commune far away from there, with her new bride, Tianna?

  Rebecca tried reason once again.

  “Look, I know you’re trying to be helpful. Possibly. But I don’t want to date again. I can’t even imagine how I’d do it. Everything has changed. I don’t think I could even handle the… the scene.”

  “See? You’re already talking like somebody in the scene, though I suggest that you don’t tell anyone that you’re in the scene, it usually means something a little different,” said Grace with a smirk as she sipped her Bloody Mary.

  Rebecca didn’t even want to know.

  “Besides,” chimed in Lillian, “you’ve been lonely, Becca. Why should you turn yourself away from happiness? Just because you’re over sixty, you don’t have to be alone!”

  Rebecca smiled at her friend, because she knew that Lillian believed she was helping. Lillian was in love, and she had experienced quite the awakening in the last few years. People often believed that love was the only real thing that mattered. Perspectives changed after a few years, of course.

  “I’m not alone, Lill. I have you, both of you, my friends. I have Phyllis and Annabelle. How could I be alone when I have my Annabelle?”

  Her granddaughter was and would always be the light of her life.

  “It’s not all about love, Beck. You don’t need to give up on the pleasures of life just because you’re sixty, either.”

  Rebecca had to chuckle.

  “How’s Tony doing, Grace? Is his new gym thing working out?”

  Grace grinned and shrugged.

  “I haven’t a clue, to be honest. He thought he’d get more of an investment from me. That’s what he called it, so I don’t really see why he had to get so upset when I asked to see his business plan and what kind of returns I can expect over the next five years on my investment.”

  Rebecca laughed.

  "I'm glad things are working out with your love lives. Honestly, I am. But things are working out for me in other ways."

  "Sure, Beck, but do the other ways keep you warm at night?"

  "If warm is the best you're going for, you have to try again, Lill," interrupted Grace, and Rebecca sighed.

  She loved her friends. She truly did. She would do anything for them, she really would.

  They had been there for each other through so much that they knew they could count on each other, no matter what.

  "Be that as it may," said Rebecca before Lillian and Grace could get into an argument about warm beds against hot ones, "I don't think signing me up for a dating website without asking me was a good idea. I definitely don't think putting up a profile for me, with a photo, was a good idea."

  "It was an excellent idea," insisted Grace. "The only thing I disagree with here is that we signed you up for the Dating over Sixty place. I think you should go for something a little more exciting."

  Rebecca prayed for patience.

  "Grace."

  "This is about Becca, not about you," interjected Lillian, and Rebecca sat back and let her friends argue. When it got too heated, she would step in, as she always did.

  The truth was that she simply didn’t think it was worth the effort. She had been lonely after her husband died. The good Lord knew that she missed Roger every single day, and she always would. It had always been their plan for both of them to take early retirement, travel a little, move away to somewhere rural, maybe, and just live their lives. Of course, some of it had been a pipe dream. They'd never have been able to live their dream somewhere rural. A black couple moving to the rural areas and buying a farm? She had lived through enough to know that that was never going to be more than an idle dream.

  But to live together, finding contentment together, seeing all those places they had always stuck pins in - she'd looked forward to all of that.

  Having Roger taken from her a decade ago had shaken her and there was no getting away from the fundamental truth of that. She would never stop missing him.

  She had never felt the need to replace him, either. Even if he was replaceable. But he was not, so the entire exercise was futile.

  "All right, listen, both of you. You didn't pay for it, did you? This is a free trial kind of thing?"

  Her friends looked at her, perplexed, as if they had forgotten what they'd started arguing about. They probably had.

  Lillian and Grace expressed their love for each other by arguing with everything the other said.

  "Oh, we paid for a whole year!" chirped Lillian happily, and Rebecca frowned.

  "We knew you'd never use it if we got the free trial," chimed in Grace, and Rebecca sighed.

  "You really shouldn't have. Now it will be wasted."

  "Beck, what are you afraid of?"

  Rebecca shook her head in denial.

  "I'm not afraid of anything. Well, except s
piders, but I'm handling that, aren't I? I've been handling that. And those helicopter parents at PTAs, but I don't have to handle that anymore, bless early retirement."

  Grace shook her head impatiently.

  "No, what are you afraid of now? Just going on that site and looking through it? I can download the app to your phone and you can go through a few profiles and see what you want to do. If there's somebody there who piques your interest, well, that's just great, isn't it? If there isn't, then what have you lost? You're retired. You have the time to kill. If nothing else, you can get a few laughs out of it, can't you? Maybe you'll find a friend there. A new connection of some sort."

  "I don't need an app for that. I joined a class," declared Rebecca smugly.

  Lillian leaned forward, nearly knocking her glass of red wine over.

  "Really? What class?"

  "Martial Arts,” Rebecca responded. “Taekwondo, to be specific."

  Oh, it was quite gratifying to see her friends' jaws drop in sheer shock.

  "Say that again."

  Rebecca grinned at Grace.

  "Martial Arts. Taekwondo. I found a place that does lessons, and they don't have a limit on age. They said that they could probably help me with my arthritis. No, it hasn't been flaring up, Lill. It's fine. But you know that I get it sometimes, and the doctors keep telling me that I should keep my joints more mobile and flexible - well, this is what I'm doing about it."

  "Well, now, this is stepping out of your comfort zone, Beck. Good for you. Met any hot young things there? Maybe I could check it out."

  "You could try Tony's gym," pointed out Rebecca, glad that the subject had been changed.

  "I'd need to take a walk in his head for that because it exists only in his fantasies and I don't think it will ever exist out of them. So, Taekwondo, huh? I need to do some checking. I need to make sure that your teacher is..."

  "Grace, stop. I did my homework. I checked. I even talked to two older students they've had. I don't expect to become a black belt but I expect it will be a lot more fun than the walking. And I'm joining a class on horticulture, too."

  "That's wonderful, Becca! Tianna is good at that. She's doing such a wonderful job with our window box! You should talk to her. She could show you what to plant, and all kinds of things," said Lillian, a little vaguely.

  Rebecca smiled, but she didn't commit. She had a previous commitment, made to herself, to limit her time spent with Tianna as much as possible.

  Midlife crises didn't just hit men, thought Rebecca with a little sigh.

  "I guess I should get my basics up to scratch before I do that, Lill. I wouldn't want to feel stupid and not understand what Tianna was trying to tell me. You know how I feel about homework."

  "Always the teacher," agreed Lillian, now almost entirely and happily distracted from the whole dating thing.

  "So, you're trying to keep busy, Beck. That's great. That doesn't answer my question. What are you afraid of?"

  Rebecca sighed again. Their Thursday evening dates were supposed to be relaxing. At this rate, she would need a glass of white wine to relax after the stressful evening with friends!

  "I'm not sure if I want to be on an online dating app, Grace. I'm not sure if I want to date at all. I don't think I want to go looking for dates, at any rate. If something happens and I meet somebody and something clicks, that's one thing. But this..."

  "We're all past sixty, Beck. We can't just sit and wait for things to happen. Do you see yourself alone in ten years, in twenty years? We're not at the ends of our lives. We've got time left. It is time that we seized the day. Carpe diem, Beck.” Grace sighed as if defeated and then in a last bit attempt added, “Just let me put that app on your phone and if you never use it, then you never use it."

  How could Rebecca say no?

  This was one of Grace's secret weapons. She pushed so hard that when she finally said something halfway reasonable, it was hard to argue against it.

  "Fine," Rebecca agreed, still sure that she would never actually use the app. She sat back, and didn't really notice the triumphant look that her two best friends exchanged as she pushed her phone towards Grace, who snatched it before she could change her mind.

  “God, Beck, you’ve got to get dragged into the twenty-first century. This phone can barely handle an alarm clock, let alone… Well, I’ll manage.”

  It didn't matter. She wasn't even going to look at that app.

  But curiosity is a powerful thing.

  Rebecca had always known that. She had always acknowledged that she had an unusually insistent core of curiosity.

  That was one of the biggest reasons why she had become a teacher. Well, there had been other reasons - it had been one of the few professions accessible to her. She hadn't grown up with a lot of things. Her parents had struggled with many things, including the change of social and political climate that had given her generation so much hope but held her parents back in so many ways.

  Rebecca had been determined to give back to her community. That was another reason why she had decided to become a teacher.

  She'd always had a million questions, and not that many people had been willing to take the time and effort to answer them. Because of that she made sure that she was someone who could answer young people's questions.

  She had taught many teenagers over the years, watching them blossom into amazing adults. She still kept track of some of them. Some came back and thanked her, with flowers and photographs, and she was thankful for every single one of them.

  Unlike some of her fellow teachers, she had embraced technology, too. She had used everything she could find to teach her students everything she could find answers to. She hadn't wanted to be a cliché.

  So was it any wonder that, late that night, as she was laying in bed, her book of the week on the bedside table, she reached for her phone and paused at the icon for the dating app?

  It was there, on her phone. She knew that Grace would have already saved the password they had chosen for her profile.

  The cheek of them! Not only did her friends pay for an account, but they set up a profile too. She really should check what they had put up. Grace might have put up something outrageous. Lillian might have put up something embarrassing.

  It was with a resigned sigh that Rebecca tapped the icon and watched the little circle as she waited to be logged in.

  There it was, the home page. A dating service for people over sixty. She had to wonder how viable it really was. How many people in their sixties were alone and seeking companionship?

  She shook her head at herself for even wondering that. Why did they insist that she try the app? Wasn't Grace forever seeking short-term companionship? Hadn't Lillian extricated herself from a joyless marriage in her forties, stayed single for a decade until she realized she was a lesbian, and then found herself a partner? Maybe Tianna wasn't exactly the person she would've approved of, but Lillian had put herself out there, taken risks. Whatever anybody else thought of Tianna, Lillian did seem happy.

  People ended up alone even when they thought they'd found their happy ever after. She had thought that she'd found her happy ever after with Roger.

  Rebecca reached for the framed photograph that sat on the bedside table. She reached for it so often that she didn't need to turn her head to guide her hand.

  Her eyes misted over a little bit as she looked at the photo. Her family.

  "I miss you, Roger."

  She said it out loud, a habit she had formed to cope with his loss somehow, and one that had lasted for a decade.

  "I don't regret anything. Nothing at all. I wouldn't trade a single minute I spent with you for anything at all. I went for my second taekwondo class this morning. I'm afraid I embellished a bit when I told the girls about it. The instructor is very kind and very lovely, and they were all very patient with me, trying to help me find my form. They said I was doing well, and that the yoga - you laughed at me for it but do you see, it helped! I might be able to progress faste
r because of it. I'm not sure if I'm looking for faster, though. I know the whole point of retiring was to slow down."

  But she was evading, wasn't she? That wasn't what she needed to talk to Roger about.

  "Roger, the girls think that I should date again. I know it's ridiculous, right?"

  Roger looked back at her, a smiling, handsome man who shone with love for his wife and his daughter. Phyllis looked so much like her father. That photo had been taken on Phyllis's graduation day. How proud he had been of their daughter!

  "I told them that I'd already met the love of my life, already had thirty years with him. How much more can a person ask for? It doesn't do to be too greedy."

  She listened, and heard Roger's voice in her head. She knew him so well that they could have conversations if they wished to.

  "I'm not lonely, Roger. I know you want me to be happy. But you set such a high bar that I don't know if anybody could ever match it. I don't even know if I want anybody to be able to match it. You're my love. You will always be my love. That will never change."

  Why did it sound as if she had made up her mind?

  "I don't know, Roger. Maybe... I gave up on doing a lot of things because we were going to do it together. I don't know. I never considered this."

  She grinned at her husband's image.

  "Yes, I know that I dated before. That just happened, and anyway, that didn't work out, did it? It just... didn't. I kept comparing poor Bobby to you, and it never worked."

  But that had been six years ago. Maybe six years ago had been too soon.

  Dating.

  Just the word sounded ridiculous to her.

  "But I suppose it wouldn't do much harm to see what profile the girls set up for me, would it? I should check that. It will be visible to anybody who might be on that website and I should know what's been written about me. Ostensibly by me!"

  That sounded like a perfectly reasonable reason. She nodded for her own reassurance, put the framed photo back on the bedside table and picked her phone up again. She had been logged in, and there it was.

  Her profile.

  Lillian must have chosen the photo. It had been taken on Lillian's wedding day, three years ago. Her eyes shone with happiness because despite her own misgivings, Lillian had been so happy that day. Grace had been pulled onto the lawn and had had to dance. That had been fun. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, showing off her bone structure. She hadn't tried to hide her age behind makeup, but she had used it to highlight her cheekbones, her eyes, and her smile didn't need any highlighting. It was a photo that showed her joy.