Page 4 of Love your Billionaire Boss

After a few weeks of this, he decided to fly in to surprise her.

He packed a duffel bag and flew four hours, then took a taxi to her apartment, picking up flowers on the way. When he got to her door, he could hear loud music from inside. He knocked. After a little while he knocked again, louder this time.

He heard a man’s voice through the door. “Our takeout’s here! Will you turn that down?”

Kenny took a few steps back to check the apartment number, and then the door opened to a shirtless man standing in the doorway. He looked to be in his mid-thirties.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I think I have the wrong apartment,” said Kenny apologetically.

“Are you delivering for Dragon Palace?” The man eyed his duffle bag.

Kenny shook his head. “Sorry, man.”

He turned and took a few steps, pulling his phone out of his pocket to double check the address, when he heard Sylvie’s laughter. He turned toward it and saw her come up behind the man and put her arms around him.

“What’s the holdup? I’m starving.” She kissed the man’s neck before her gaze caught on Kenny.

She gasped and released her hold on the man in the doorway.

“Kenny! What are you doing here?” she asked loudly as she tightened the silk robe, which left little to the imagination.

“Sylvie. Who is this?” Kenny asked, clutching the strap of his duffle bag to steady himself.

“Uh…I’m Ben,” said the man, confused.

“Ben, as in your boss?” Kenny looked at Sylvie.

“I was going to tell you,” said Sylvie softly, looking at the ground.

Kenny felt like he was either going to pass out, throw up, or deck Ben in the face. Instead, he somehow forced his legs to move, and his feet to walk him down the hallway.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Sylvie said behind him.

He heard her running after him.

“Kenny! Wait!”

He kept walking.

“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t realize how much I needed to be on my own.”

“You don’t look like you’re on your own,” muttered Kenny.

“You know what I mean.”

“Do I?” Kenny whipped around and faced her. “It’s been you and me for six years. You were my first kiss, my first everything. I didn’t know anything else.”“ I thought that’s what made us special.”

“It did!” She pleadingly reached for his hand.

“Don’t.” Kenny glared at her.

“I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, me, too.” He turned away from her and walked down the stairwell.

It wasn’t until he was in a cab riding back to the airport, that he let himself fall apart.

Since then, he hadn’t been interested in relationships. His focus was baseball, with the occasional fling to meet his needs. He looked around the bar, but no one caught his eye, except for the bartender. She had curves she didn’t know were dangerous, hidden beneath a baggy shirt and a bar apron. It was probably better that way or else the guys would be all over her. For some reason, Kenny felt protective of her and he had barely spoken to her. Maybe it was her smile that had a sadness behind it. He kept stealing glances at her behind the bar.

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