Page 45 of My Fake Billionaire Damaged Boyfriend

My brows furrow. “Why can’t we be in the meeting room?”

“It’s a closed meeting,” he says.

Dimitri comes forward, purposefully standing before me as he faces Gage. “She is the one that has found the most shred of proof here against Alek. I think she deserves the right to be in that meeting if it’s about this project.”

Gage grits his teeth slightly, coming toe-to-toe with the man I adore. “And I think you should stand down. I can have you and her sent to a federal holding cell if you’d like, or I can let you hang out in the breakroom where there are some donuts and coffee. Choice is yours.”

I know Dimitri is frustrated, and I am a little bit too, but it’s not worth getting tossed into a cell. I pull him back until he concedes, coming with me as a petite woman points me in the direction of the break room. There’s a table full of fresh breakfast pastries, more than just donuts, and there’s a long line of coffee dispensers and mugs.

I go to make us both cups of coffee while he plops down in a seat, defeated.

“Here,” I say, scooting him my mug. “We should probably wake up a little bit.”

“I’m already awake. Having to bearrestedbefore morning will do that to you, I guess.”

“Yeah, I understand. But it’s for the best, right?”

I want to see his genuine reaction, but he finally tips his head. It’s either to placate me and my nervousness, or to just be prideful and agree to what he’s said in the past about us being safer with these agents than outside and in the open.

“Look at it this way, we don’t have to go to work.”

He smiles gently before his lips turn into a dim frown again. “My whole company is going to think I’m arrested. My stock price might plummet.”

“Only for a minute. When it comes out that we’re heroes then it will go back up.”

“You think so?” he asks, finally sipping the coffee I made him. “I guess it’s a good assumption. Plus, if Alek is taken down in the end, that helps me in the long run.”

I nod in agreement, still curious about what that meeting is about in the next room. “I wish they would include us a little bit, you know? Why wouldn’t they let us sit in? They want me to help decode the software. I should be in there.”

“I agree,” he harrumphs. “But we can’t know anything for sure. They’re probably just rambling through the next agenda or whatever. It’s nothing major, I’m sure. If they wanted you to be in there, then it’s something you should know. If it’s about the coding issues, or how to break through the backdoor and extract it for proof, then they’ll tell you afterward.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I should assume they’re just talking about something else that doesn’t have to do with this coding crap.”

“Here,” he says, pushing me to the nearest plate of breakfast delicacies.

My stomach growls again in response. “Alright, if you insist.”

I dig into the sugary treats, my mind in desperate need of a distraction anyways. It feels like forever of us meandering through nonsense of conversations before another sign of life comes forward. I tense, Agent Mccoy a bit intimidating to see in his suit, with his broad posture and narrow glare.

“You, come with me,” he says, pointing to me. Still, Dimitri stands, and Mccoy gives him a sharp look.

“No, you stay here.”

“I’m going with her.”

“You’re going to get on my nerves if you keep this up. I don’t have a problem with having you restrained.”

I come closer to Dimitri now, kissing his cheek and ushering him to sit back down. He finally abides, though not happily, and sinks into his chair. I brush my hands across his cheeks, and he grins, taking my wrists in his grasp so he can line his lips against my knuckles.

“I’ll see you soon, Kitten,” he mutters.

I blush at that nickname in the presence of this man, but it doesn’t bother me too much. I like being Dimitri’s focal point, and I think he agrees to that dynamic as well. We’re sweet to one another, except for last night. That was a sore, rough time between us.

And I can’t wait to do it again.

“Down here,” Mccoy barks, his tone trying to get me to hurry my pace. I follow through, heading down the hallway a few steps behind him. The cinder walls and the windowless sight of this building makes me uneasy. I yawn, knowing it’s daylight outside but not being able to confirm it as easily as before.

“In here please,” he says, pointing to a conference room.

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