Page 23 of Playing Games with My Billionaire

I couldn't help wondering what made Ken back off. Trev had only just stood tall and looked down at him.

And not with any kind of threat either. Hmmm.

I thought he would request a grand meal when I had presented him with the chance.

He’s always been like, “what are you cooking?” to me. Funny. He had almost looked baffled that I was offering!

Men!

He seemed different. I wasn't sure if it was because I had seen how he was with his mother, or if it was because he was genuinely worried about me at that moment.

Whatever. I’m not mad at him anymore.

Well! Aren't you the emotional, fickle one?

All the anger that I had towards him was gone and replaced with a new feeling, a feeling I was uncertain about. I remember how he had looked at me when I brought him his dinner.

He looked like he was hungrier for more than the meal on the tray.

Now, there you go … You missed an opportunity, my dear!

I loved how his eyes ravaged my body, he had undressed me with those gorgeous eyes of his. I couldn’t deny how much I loved his eyes on my body.

Days after the incident with Ken, I went downstairs and found Trev sitting in the living room all by himself.

He had a glum expression. I couldn't help but wonder what was eating at him. He was so lost in thought that he had not heard me come down, and even after going through my accounting log, he still didn't know I was down there.

I couldn't help but wonder what had him in that mood. I tapped him gently on his broad, strong shoulder, startling him and causing him to jerk to attention.

"I didn't see you there," he said with a mechanical smile.

"I have been here for a while now," I said, letting him know I had been watching him.

He gave me a look that said he didn't believe me, but I wasn't interested in proving anything to him. I just wanted to know what had him in such a mood.

"Are you okay? You seem lost in your world."

"I'm fine, it's work stuff. Nothing to concern yourself about," he said to me.

Well, touché, girl, as the French say. You wouldn’t tell him about Ken. He’s not gonna tell you about his work.

I was honestly concerned. I knew it wasn't my business, but I wanted to return the favor he did me. I wanted to help him, and I felt like that was the only shot I would get at helping him out.

Use your words! You're the one that bites, not him.

"Hard to believe that, when you're all by yourself and lost in thought." I sat on the couch opposite him to show that I wasn't going anywhere till he shared whatever was disturbing him.

Return the favor of the other day. Come on. He won't bite you.

"If you won't tell me what's wrong, at least let me keep you company." I smiled at him.

He looked at me, his face saying he was contemplating whether or not to tell me what was eating him up. We sat in silence for almost two minutes. I didn't say a word. I just kept my focus on him. I knew it made him uncomfortable, as he kept shifting in his chair.

"Have you ever wondered why I am here?" he asked when he saw I wasn't going anywhere.

"Oh, many times. I’ve noticed that you leave the Lodge during the day for hours at a time, and little Bryan has said you run and walk our trails.”

Trev laughed. "I am a video game developer, and I've hit a creative block. A business associate of mine suggested that I come to this place for a total shake-up and change of pace … maybe a total change, like this would spark my creativity. But that hasn't been working so well, actually." He said the last bit with a sad face.

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