Page 67 of Flirting with My Billionaire Enemy

“And what about his phone? Is he glued to it, texting people all day?” she asks.

“Not really. Most of the time, he’s talking to me.”

“That doesn’t sound like a player who’s messing around to me. It sounds like he’s in love with you.”

“Well, he did say that.” I sip my coffee.

She scolds, “He told you he loved you, and you don’t believe him?”

“I don’t know. I think he means what he says, but I’m afraid he loves his ex still, as well.”

“But he told you he loves you and not her.”

I nod. “Pretty much.”

“Girl, you’re not making any sense. I don’t see what the problem is.”

“The problem is me,” I say. “I’m afraid something bad will happen, and that he’ll end up leaving me.”

“Just like your parents and your grandparents,” she says with a groan. “Girl, I’m so sorry. But you need to give Kaison more of a chance. How will you ever find happiness when you push it away?”

“That’s a very good question.”

“I know what we need,” she says. “Let’s go shopping. You need another makeover to cheer you up. And don’t argue with me. You really will feel better when we’re done. It’s good for your mental health.”

I don’t argue with her. Since I’ve been at the Keiths’ I’ve been a bit dressier and less afraid of getting hit on at work. And now, for some reason, I don’t care so much about what the guys at work think. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that Kaison and I fell in love. I’ve grown to love myself more during that time period. Kaison has shown me I’m someone worth caring about even when I’m not dolled up.

And I’m not scared to be dolled up either. “Actually, a makeover could be fun,” I say.

“Yes!” Farah cheers. “We need to head to the mall, pronto.” She sets her coffee mug in the sink. “Let’s take showers and get ready and head out.”

After my shower, I take the time to blow dry my hair and put some contacts in. I hadn’t even brought any to Blue Mountain, so it felt different to have them in my eyes. I’d grown so used to wearing glasses that I barely recognized myself without them. But I like what I see. I’d been hiding behind the glasses, and there’s something freeing about ditching them. For the first time in a long time, I feel pretty again.

And this time it’s my choice. I’m not letting someone else pressure me. I’m doing this because I want to. And who cares about the idiot men at the office? Shouldn’t I be able to dress however I want? I mean, as long as it’s office attire. I wouldn’t show up in a midriff-baring halter top or anything. But I can dress classy and more feminine. Maybe introduce some floral pieces or something.

When I walk out of the bathroom, Farah whistles. I’d put on makeup, and my hair was loose and shiny around my shoulders. I had on a white sweater dress and gray leggings with brown boots.

“You look good, girl. I would have thought I’d dressed you.”

“I have a few cute things in my closet, despite how it may seem,” I say.

“But you can use more.”

When we get to the mall, Farah leads me from store to store, and I score a blue dress for the office and a bunch of floral blouses and dresses. I buy several new pairs of boots with—gasp—heels on them. And they actually aren’t that bad.

“It’s kind of fun to put all this money I’ve made to good use.”

“I bet you made a fortune building that software for them,” Farah says.

“Let’s just say that my bank account isn’t hurting at the moment.” In fact, I have more money in my account than I’ve ever had before.

“And you want to quit your job?” Farah shakes her head at my stupidity.

“Maybe I won’t,” I say.

“You’d be stupid to. And you need to call Kaison and tell him that you take it all back.”

“You know what? I think you’re right.”

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