Page 15 of Playing Games with My Billionaire

I was mad, but not about the installation, I was mad that he had left me alone without a word. He had treated me like I was some hooker he got his rocks off with for one night.

I felt used. I hated how he was making me feel.

No, you loved how he made you feel.

I hated the installations that were being done in the Lodge.

No, you know it’s gonna help you in the long run.

But I hated that he was the architect behind it.

If it works for you.

His words kept replaying in my head; it was as if he had used them deliberately to taunt me.

I had lost a few customers over the years because we had no internet in the Lodge, but all that would change.

Thanks to a very annoying person.

The worst part was, he did the whole lodge at no cost to me. I thought of how the new upgrade he had done would enable me to also increase the price of each room.

Wait a minute. If he has that much money, then what is he doing here?

I was giving myself a headache thinking about Trev. He was still a mystery I wanted to solve. It would have been easier to ask him who he was, but I would rather die than talk to him first.

He walks around like he owns the place. But this ismyplace.

I didn't feel so superior anymore, the way he had ordered that equipment showed that if he wanted to buy the Lodge, he could do it with ease and his bank wouldn't break.

I began avoiding him. I wanted to be as far away from him as possible.

Hypocrite! You want to be in his arms!

Trev and Bryan spent more time together with the internet up now. Bryan didn't hang with me like he used to. And whenever he did, he would talk about all the amazing stuff he was watching on Trev's laptop, and the online lessons Trev got for him, and gushed on and on. It was obvious he adored Trev.

I didn’t feel comfortable in my own home. I didn't even feel like I owned my home anymore.

You could go talk to Trev. Make the first move. Be the bigger person.

Not on your life, woman!

I was making dinner when he walked into the kitchen. I tried not to pay attention, but it was hard not to. I wondered what he was doing there. He strutted around like he owned the place—that arrogance pissed me off more than anything. It was almost as if he knew his presence angered me, and for that reason, he kept popping up wherever I was.

"What are you preparing for dinner?" he asked, walking up behind me to see what I was cooking.

I felt my heart skip a beat. He came so close to me. I lost my voice. He was so close; I could smell his aftershave. I wanted to turn and look at him, but my body failed me. I stood frozen on the spot, and my hands were on autopilot as they kept cutting the veggies before me.

I could feel his hot breath on my neck. It sent shivers down my spine, and lustful pictures popped into my head. I had been hating on him, but at that moment, I wanted him.

I wanted to turn to him because I knew he was so close and our lips would brush.

I remember how soft his lips were. I want his lips on mine.

He came closer to me, and I could feel his body against my back.

What is wrong with you? Get your act together.

Easier said than done.

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