Page 89 of The Billionaire

“I care about you. I know it's only been a weekend, but you were all I thought about since I saw you the first night months ago at the club. I risked a lot to come and see you again. But it was worth it.”

I continued to sit being unresponsive, staring at him with no emotion showing on my face. He waited for a beat for me to say something, to change my demeanor but nothing shifted. I was stone cold.

“Shit,…” He rubbed his fingers through his hair. “Fuck.” He started pacing. “I should have known this might have been too intense. It’s my own fucking fault.”

“I can handle it. And I did. I liked it…”

“Then like us.”

He turned on the soles of his heels and pleaded as he ripped his mask off. “Don’t…don’t you like us?” His big blue eyes pleaded, full of emotion. I wondered in a nanosecond if he cared that his identity was now on full display to any onlookers from inside the mansion. But I guess me staying was entirely more important. It was. Look at him. He was desperate for me to stay. A part of me was, too. But it wasn’t brave enough to fight my ego. My pride. My fear.

“Of course I do.”

“Then can the old McKenzie come back please? Please?”

I wrapped my arms around my bare waist and crossed my legs feeling super exposed. Sensing my uncomfortableness, he handed me my dress, and on wobbly legs, I stood, attempting to slip my dress back on. He helped me steady myself as I stepped into it. The zip was slow as he fastened me back in.

I finally sat back down and watched the ocean waves, being careful with my words. I didn’t want to be careless.

“The truth is, I’ve been fighting how I’ve been feeling. But my personality isn’t like yours. I’m more analytical, and as much as I want to deny that, it’s what will make me a great surgeon one day. I can’t deny the facts that you’ve lived in this whole other world without me for a decade. A decade of which you say not to Google. You want me to trust you, yet you have secrets.”

“They aren’t secrets. They’re lies!”

He looked hurt.

“I’m sorry, Kyle. This is just how I feel.”

“A relationship has to be built on trust.”

“Is that what this is? And were you planning on making me your girlfriend after all of this?”

He looked down at his feet and shoved his hands in his pockets. “Look, this is a complicated subject for me for many reasons.”

He looked like a deflated balloon.

“That’s what I thought. I can’t be someone’s play-toy. I just can’t.”

“That’s not what you are!”

“I’m sorry, Kyle. I can’t do this anymore.”

“Don’t you know it’s not about the sex with us? It’s more than that.”

It has everything to do with the sex.

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