Page 15 of My Fake Billionaire Damaged Boyfriend

Izzy

I’m happy it’s the weekend, because it’s late and I would rather be in bed right now, but with every wall I break through, another wall comes up begging to be torn down. I fight through the code until I exhaust myself, laying my face on the keyboard while the reminisce of pizza crust and a coffee mug stare me in the face. Even through all this work, I expected Dimitri to be better company.

He’s currently playing with a tennis ball that he hits against the side of the wall, just to have it bounce back toward him so he can throw it again. I finally lose my mind after the endless monotony of thethump, thump, thumpnoise that he’s creating.

I get up and grab the ball, throwing it recklessly into the living room while he gives me a puzzled look like he had no idea that was coming. “You’re driving me mad,” I hum. “Either help or be silent.”

“Easy, Kitten.”

“And stop calling me that,” I bite.

He comes to his feet, standing over me in the constant reminder that he is built like a fucking linebacker and I’m like a small child wanting his autograph or something. Still, I stare up at him like we’re face to face, matched in strength, and I fight to ignore his stunning tattoos that cover his body. He is far too attractive to look at me like this—and he knows it!

“You need to go to bed, Kitten. You’re cranky.”

“I’m an adult,” I sneer. “Stop telling me what to do. I’m trying to find this damn backdoor, but he’s stuffed the system with so much useless code that it’s driving me crazy!”

“Okay, okay,” he says, calmer than before. He rests is hands on my shoulders, steadying my trembling, exhausted posture. “It’s going to be alright. Do you want me to look at it?”

“I don’t want you to mess up my system.”

His brow cocks. “What system would that be again?”

“I rigged the computer to scan the code until it comes across and indent.”

His brows furrow. “What the hell are you talking about? How did you do that?”

“It’s a complicated system, Dimitri. Don’t worry about it now. Is there any more coffee?”

He scoffs, turning to the monitor that is quickly scrolling through at least twelve pages of text in a single second. Whatever Alek had done to pack the motherboard with this nonsense while no one was watching is beyond me. Even then, I can’t help but groan under my breath and escape to the kitchen.

I make a new cup of coffee. Dimitri follows me there after a moment of gawking.

“That’s incredible,” he sighs. “I don’t… how have you…”

“I made the system work for me. That’s what technology does, right?”

He looks more perplexed than before. “I haven’t seen a system like that before, though. It’s not normal. Is that something you created or…”

“Why, you wanna buy it?”

“Maybe,” he says, giving his hand away way too soon. “I’m just curious. It’s kind of handy. Can you program it to find bugs?”

“I can have it do whatever I want,” I admit. “it’s not that hard to reprogram, but it is hard to get it up and running. I will admit that. But you couldn’t afford that system. It took five weeks of straight coding, Dimitri. You’d have a tough time paying me to duplicate it.”

He gives me a skeptical look. “You act like I’m broke, Kitten.”

“You live in a tower.”

“It’s the most expensive tower in town, let me tell you,” he banters playfully. “Guess how much I pay for this place a month and then tell me I can’t afford your system.”

I know this place has to be worth a lot, and I’ve seen his car and his expensive suits. There’s a gold watch on his wrist still, and I still glint with the memory of his diamond cufflinks on his satin suit. Even with all that, it’s too damn funny to watch him get frustrated.

“Five hundred.”

His brows nearly cross over as they furrow. “I hope you’re kidding, Kitten.”

“Of course, I am,” I gust at last, putting him out of his misery. “Will you relax? It was just a joke. I can’t sell you that software, though. That’s for real.”

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