Page 48 of Her Big Fat Hunky Billionaire Boss

The front doors opened and a man in a Pizza Hut shirt walked in. He hurried past. Kat watched him disappear around the corner, then she looked at Pete. “You know, never mind. Maybe I’ll just call him or something.”

She tossed Pete another innocent smile and then walked toward the door. When Pete looked down she turned and followed the pizza guy down the hallway. He stopped at a room and knocked, and Kat flattened herself against a recessed door and peeked around the edge.

It was Damian’s room alright. She could hear his deep voice as he spoke to the pizza guy. The kid waited for his money, then hurried back down the hallway, not paying attention to her.

Her heart pounded as she snuck down the hallway. What was she doing? This was crazy. What was she even going to say to him? She stood at his door for a stupidly long time before getting up the nerve to knock. Panic shot through her. If she ran down the hall, would she make it to the corner before he opened the door?

Too late. The door opened and Damian stood there, staring at her. “Kat? What are you doing here?”

She bit her lip. “I was just wondering the same thing myself.”

Chapter 17

Damian wasn’t sure why Kat was standing at his hotel door, but he stepped back and motioned for her to come in. He swallowed hard as she walked by. What did she do? She looked even hotter somehow, even though she wore the same red sweater from earlier.

Kat turned to him, her hands stuffed into her coat pockets. “Look, I don’t know if this was a good idea. I just felt like I should come talk to you.”

Curious, he sat down on the chair. “Okay. Let’s talk.” He pointed to the pizza. “Want a slice?”

Kat gave him a sheepish grin. “Actually, I’m starving.” She slipped off her coat and sat on the end of the bed.

He picked up the box and held it out to her. “Have as much as you’d like.”

She picked up a piece and bit into the end. Cheese strung out until she lifted the piece and bit it again. “Mm, this is good. I love olives and pepperoni.”

“Sorry, there’s not another chair. This hotel room is…” He couldn’t think of a flattering word, so he said, “Small.”

Kat waved away his concern. “I don’t mind.” She took another bite of her pizza.

They were silent for a few minutes as they ate. Damian wondered if Kat was there to talk about the awkwardness between them. What would she say about it? He thought she wanted to ignore it.

When they were done eating, Kat cleared her throat. “I don’t know how to say this, so I’m just going to come out with it.”

“All right.” He leaned forward.

“Your father did have an affair with Lydia years ago.” She took in a deep breath and exhaled.

The news didn’t surprise him, by the way, his mother had reacted. He was disappointed in his father, especially since keeping the newspaper probably meant he continued to carry a torch for her through all the years, but he couldn’t say he hadn’t been thinking that was it all along. “You found this out, how?”

“I confronted Lydia.”

Damian steepled his fingers and nodded. “I see.”

“And there’s more.” Kat’s gaze dropped. “You have a brother.”

“I thought Lydia’s son was too young to be—”

“No. He’s not.” Kat fiddled with the bedspread. “He’s got Down syndrome. That’s why Lydia was asking about the content of the film.”

Damian let her words sink in. So, it was as he’d suspected. His father had done the cowardly thing, hiding his affair and setting it up so his mistress and child could have an income, but not take away from his billion-dollar corporation. He swiped his hand through his hair. “I should have known. He was a selfish man, down to the day he died.”

Frustration and guilt welled in Damian and he stood and crossed the room to the window. He knew his father had been fighting his own inner demons. He knew he shouldn’t think of him as selfish and weak. He just couldn’t help it. Damian struggled to keep his breathing even.

“I’m sorry,” Kat said, her voice sounding small. “I thought you should know.”

Damian clenched his jaw. He touched the cold surface of the glass with his fingertips. “My father was not who the world thought he was.”

“He made a mistake.”

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