I always mis-spell wonderful: But any way as I have said before this has been beta read by princessklutz04.This chapter isno different from the last time except that it has been beta read andhopfullythere are fewer grammer errors

This story is AU and House isn't a doctor but a business man. Just got to think like a billionaire. Let's see, big scary changes, and then, "Oh, Dr. Cameron, we should have dinner to discuss your future on my G-5 private jet."

The Greg House Affair

The Player

Window shopping is not what Greg House did. If there was anything he saw that he wanted he'd buy it. That was the great thing about being a billionaire. He could indulge his inner child and spend outrageous amounts of money on anything his heart desired. He could also keep up with latest technology and be the first to buy the newest gadgets. Yet despite all this Greg House was very different from other billionaire business men, while he lived the fabulous life to an extent, he never followed there trends. When the craze was to buy the newest Ferrari House bought the newest Aston Martin DB9. When it was to collect the finest paintings House sold his. Where other billionaires led House did not follow. But House knew that in order to play the billionaire game he needed to appeal to the public. There was no better way to do that than to give generously to a hospital, and there were always certain perks with donations.

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"It is with great pleasure that I introduce to the board our newest benefactor of 100 million dollars and newest board member: Mr Greg House." Doctor Cuddy led the applause as she sat down and the other board members followed suit as Greg House rose in his usual attire of Nike trainers, jeans, rumpled shirt with a t-shirt underneath, no tie and jacket and his usual three day old stubble. God, the man looked like he could be on a cover of GQ even with the cane. He limped to the head of the table. He cleared his throat.

"Don't worry, I don't have a fondness for speeches so I'll make this quick. The reason I insist on sitting on the board is, because of the amount of money that I am donating, I am inclined to have a keen interest as to where it will be spent. However the likelihood is that after a few months you most likely won't see me here again, as I am sure I will have something new and more exciting to occupy my mind." He clapped his hands together. "That's all I have to say and I'm sure you'd all like to get out of here, I know I do." House picked up his cane from the side of the table and headed to the door he stopped and turned as he opened it. "Ah yeah Doctor I assume that's all?" Lisa Cuddy stood somewhat bewildered but glad that it had ended quickly.

"Ah yes, Mr House that's all." House nodded his head and continued out the door, put stopped and stuck his head back through the door.

"Oh and drop the Mister, it makes me feel like a school teacher."

"Yes Sir." Piped James Wilson, who then gave his old friend a smile.

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Wilson and House had been friends for years and House had thought it a perfect idea to donate money to the hospital in which Wilson worked. Then, instead of doing any work, he could hang around the hospital and annoy his old friend. They were both sitting outside eating lunch, with House's back turned to the sun. "Well that speech was honest." Wilson said.

"Yeah, well it's true, I only donated money for good publicity."

"And to get laid." Muffled Wilson through a mouth full of food.

"I'm a billionaire, that in itself is enough to get laid."

"And yet it's been what six years since you last had girlfriend." Smiled Wilson.

"That's true it's six years since I last had a girlfriend but only what." House looked at watch. "48 hours since I got laid." House waggled his eyebrows.

"Lucky bastard, I haven't slept with my wife for nearly a month." Grumbled Wilson. House shook his finger at Wilson.

"Ah yes you haven't slept with your wife for a month but how many other women have you slept with in that time. You still chasing that blonde with the funbags from accounting?" Wilson let out an aspirated sigh, he had walked right into that one.

"It was lunch once, she was new here I wanted to be nice. That's all. I mean it."

"You always do it's part of your charm."

"And what's your charm? Being an out right bastard?"

"Jimmy, in College, when a woman broke up with you, what was always her main reason?" Wilson let out a tired sigh.

"That I was just to nice."

"Exactly, women despite what they say like a bit of rough, the bad guy, the dirty rat."

"House, that's nonsense. Women want nothing more than to settle down have a family and be with someone who they can trust. Women want security."

"Yes, in the end that's what women want, but men like that are there last ditch attempt when there 35 and really want a family. While they're young, foolish and naive they will go after the bad boys and the players because women like to think they can change men, that they can set any man on the righteous path no matter how bad he is." Suddenly a rather thin and feminine shadow appeared over the table, and a brisk young voice spoke.

"Have you never thought that perhaps women use the bad boy and the player for there own purpose? That it has nothing to do with wanting to change them." Cameron stepped from behind House and took the seat between House and Wilson. All the while keeping her playful gaze directed at House. "I mean, men who see themselves as players will take women out to the best restaurants, clubs and generally spend a fortune on them because they can. All the while the woman is reaping the rewards of free dinners, free holidays, and great sex."

"That..." House deliberately drawled out the word that as he looked at her name tag. "...Allison." He had drop the formality of Doctor on purpose and he smiled at her. "Is what a woman would like men to believe. That they can have a relationship that means nothing to them, that they can make it all about simply having a good time having free dinners, free holidays, and great sex." His smile broadened. "But women only think that as they lie on their sofa crying into a tub of ice cream watching 'Dirty Dancing' with a drink in their hand. Cause at that point the player has dumped them and they are trying to convince themselves that they only entered the relationship to reap the rewards and not to be Lizzie to their own Mr Darcy."

"Oh Mr House, I'm disappointed in you. I thought a man of you stature would be well read. Mr Darcy was never a player. He was a tortured soul and quite and shy man." House folded his arms leaned across the table towards Cameron.

"But, Doctor Cameron, don't most women regard players with tortured souls as damaged? Don't they believe that they must have been unloved or lost their mothers at a young age?" House's voice dipped slightly. " Or that they were betrayed by the love of there life." Cameron matched House as she folded her arms and leaned forward on the table so their arms touched slightly. But her tone was softer caring. Their playful conversation had become more serious.

"And is that your story Mr House? Did a woman, the love of your life, damage you?" For a moment a brief moment a look of pain flashed across House's face but it was gone just as fast as it came and Cameron thought she imagined it. House leaned back in chair and allowed a playful smile to return.

"Are you always so literal?" Cameron smiled wistfully at him again for lightening the mood, but before she could answer her pager went off. Without taking her eyes off House she unhooked it from her belt loop and held it in front of her so she could continue to look at House. She quickly replaced it back on her belt loop. She smiled at House and looked to Doctor Wilson.

"Sorry to have disturbed you Doctor Wilson." She looked back at House. "Mr House." She rose from her chair. "It's been interesting talking to you." House simply nodded at her and watched her walk away.

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