Page 15 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

“I asked you the same question,” he replies. “What are you doing here alone? Is today not supposed to be your day off?”

I swallow and mutter, “I come here whenever I need a break from work.”

Troy looks surprised to hear me say that. "I come here too whenever I don't want anything to do with humans."

I smile and ask, “Why am I just bumping into you tonight?”

“Today is your lucky day,” he brags. “Why are you at the hospital again? I didn’t expect to see you.”

I look away from him. "I was meant to go out with Amelia tonight, but she canceled at the last minute. I didn't want to stay at the house," I say, leaving out the part where Mother annoys me for taking my father's birthday too far.

"Oh, Amelia!" he says as if he knows what is going on with her. I hold back the urge to ask her about Amelia because I am sure she will tell me whenever I see her again.

I decided to change the subject from Amelia. "What are you doing here tonight? Shouldn't you be at home?"

"Have you not met Mother?" he says. I laugh out loud, "But you live somewhere else, don't you?"

“Yeah,” he says. “I have a condo a few miles away, but it gets lonely there all the time.”

I can feel the loneliness in his voice.

“But you’d be alone here anyways,” I suggest.

Troy shakes his head. “No,” he says, “staying here and looking down at the city’s layout makes you feel like you are with the rest of the world.”

He glances at me before continuing, “It just feels like you are sitting somewhere farther while the party is ongoing.”

Troy is right. This is how sitting here makes me feel every time. "You look so good," he says, turning to steal a glance.

I say nothing, letting the wind blow my hair behind me and taking in the distant noise from the traffic beneath us.

I open my eyes as Troy turns to me. “You changed my supervisor,” I exclaim. “Why did you do that?”

“Because I want you close to me,” he explains, his eyes moving from my eyes to my lips.

I swallow hard at his attempt to flirt with me. I can’t say why, but his attempt is working like magic.

I fake my smile. “I am serious,” I say. “I am comfortable working with my previous supervisor.”

"Are you uncomfortable working close to me?" He raises his eyebrows. I shake my head, my eyes catching his mouth, and I notice his attempt not to grow his mustache. I think he would be more attractive if he grew one.

He has been such an ass over the week, but maybe working for him won't be so bad. "Working under the supervision of the CEO is not something everyone loves. No one loves their boss."

“Don’t worry,” he says, “you are going to love me.”

The silence between us is back. I let it sweep over us this time as I watched the busy highway.

Troy seems relaxed. His shoulders rest on the long chair we are both sitting on. "The city," Troy says and breaks the silence. "It is the second most beautiful thing I have seen tonight."

I drew in the fresh air above us. "What's the most beautiful thing you have seen tonight," I ask him, my head still facing the sky.

"Your eyes," he says. My heart throbs, and I look sideways at him.

He grins at me before he looks up to the sky. “I put you in my group because I want to see those eyes every day.”

I swallow hard, wondering if I had heard him right.

Does Troy Robinson want to see my eyes every day?

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