Page 13 of My Fake Billionaire Damaged Boyfriend

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” I sigh, the vase of roses growing heavy in my hands. “How was it today after you questioned her sex life during work hours?”

He sneers at my explicit question, trying hard to forget that moment that ever happened, I’m sure. “It was fine. She did some coding with the team downstairs and is starting a new project.”

“What would that be, exactly?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he fires back. “I had her sign an NDA clause for my protection, given the proximity of you two now. I’d love to give you the details, but it wouldn’t be very appropriate, obviously. I think it’s best if you just stick to roses and chauffeuring, Dimitri. It suits you.”

“Hey, that’s a good idea,” I taunt. “When I’m the leading Producer of tech software in the North-West, I’ll have more time to dick around like you do. Maybe that includes taking my girlfriend out to dinner and buying her flowers. Good tip. I’m just curious what you’ll be doing with your time, Alek.”

“Don’t worry about me,” he grumbles, stalking off in irritancy. “I’ll be just fine.”

I spy the petite woman that is like a little firecracker when she’s angry. She is calmer now, obviously with the hours that have passed, and she hurries to the car while keeping her head down. She still has some coworkers coming out, watching her every move around me, and I can tell she just wants to get away.

“Here,” I sigh, moving to kiss her cheek while I pass her the flowers. “Get in while Alek is still watching.”

She takes the roses in her lap while I shut the door, waving towards her boss as he stalks down the hallway, turning to take another glance in our direction. I wave to him amicably, just to see the sneer he creates, and I watch him walk off into the Seattle haze.

Izzy looks irritated in the passenger seat, holding the vase in her lap while the bush of roses pokes her in the face. I climb into the driver’s seat and try not to laugh, reading her expression like I’ve known her for years. She leans as far back as possible, and there are still enough roses to touch her face and the inside of the window.

“Why didn’t you just buy the whole florist’s shop while you were at it?” she groans.

I admire her sarcasm, smiling proudly while she looks like she’s being crushed by a tree of flowers. “I might do that next time.”

“Next time? What do you mean?”

“We’re dating now,” I insist. “You know that. You were in the meeting.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it’s real. We’re fake dating to cover our tracks for breaking into the mainframe, right?”

“I’m not going to propose, okay? Relax.”

She shakes her head, already wanting to get out of my car. “How long until we’re in your weird tower of an apartment?”

“First off, it’s not weird. It’s a very important part of Seattle history, being the first skyscraper in town,” I reply. “Secondly, I think you’re really just upset because you don’t see the potential of our situation. We really could do whatever we want now, Kitten. Think about it, we can hack through Alek’s mainframe because it’s clear he can’t trace us, not without your help, but we can just play it off as us being some happy, corny couple. He can’t fire you for being in a relationship with a rival.”

“That might be true, but everyone was looking at me weird today,” she whispers under her breath. “I already don’t have any friends in Seattle. Now, people were acting like I was some kind of spy for you and your company.”

“Technically…”

“Just because I want to see the gateway in the code, doesn’t mean that I work for you. It also doesn’t mean that we’re a real couple. It just means we have the same goal.”

“Exactly. Taking down Alek Ivica.”

“No,” she warns, exasperated. “Finding the truth would be a good start. I don’t want totake downmy boss if he’s doing something wrong. The gateway could be a million things, okay? It’s nothing we have to jump to conclusions on yet.”

“Got it,” I say, ignoring her outright.

Truthfully, we are working together, and she doesn’t want to admit it. A week into her new job and she’s already running a mutiny. I like her tenacity, and her boldness in finding the truth, and faking a relationship with her will be easy because her little angry outbursts are almost as cute as her when she’s calm and asleep.

I couldn’t possibly fall asleep on the couch when I brought her home on Monday night. Instead, I looked through the rest of the code to see if it matched my father’s original design decades ago. Alek knows he’s stolen and profited from my father’s work, but I’m going to use this back door to make him pay for it.

Izzy is going to help me with that, she just doesn’t know it yet.

She also won’t know that I enjoyed watching her whimpering in her sleep that night, her little turns in bed nearly sending me off the edge as her shirt rode up over her hips and exposed her thong. I didn’t see much beyond the blanket, but the thought of her beauty only set me more on fire.

I want her. She wants me.

So why can’t we just indulge for once?

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