Page 21 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

I exhale, remembering what had happened the last time I was there when Troy and I kissed.

I blame the vulnerability of the night; I also blame the cool wind blowing on our faces. I know better now. Besides, Troy is not at the hospital today.

I sign off from work and take the elevator to the hospital's rooftop.

I am excited at the thought of being alone again.

But I am wrong.

When I take the next step onto the roof, I see Troy sitting where I had left him the other night. He is wearing an expensive brown coat and holding a cigar.

I stand by the door. Troy doesn't see me yet, and I can turn immediately without being seen. But I dearly want to stay at this place.

I want to clear my head with the beautiful view of Richmond City.

It is unbelievable that I have found the person I spent my entire shift avoiding. I sit beside Troy on the bench we sat the last time I was here.

He looks at me, not surprised to see me.

“I thought you come here at night alone,” he says as he puts out the cigar.

“As you know, I come here whenever I want to clear my head,” I respond.

"Me too. If you don't mind me asking, what do you want to clear your mind?"

I shake my head. “No, I am not going to share my concerns with my boss at work.”

“Okay, see it this way,” he explains, “whenever I am here on the rooftop, I am not your boss. I am a stranger who you met on the rooftop bench.”

I glance at Troy. He is serious; he wants me to tell him what bothers me. "Okay," I reply, "but you must tell me why you are also here."

"Deal." Troy holds out his hand for me to shake. I shake it, but he holds me a little longer before releasing my hand.

“I come here because I want to stay away from home a little while longer,” I start. “I want to stay where I am not reminded I have to work harder to get my family some luxurious life.” Troy’s eyes met mine…but I came here today because I couldn't stop thinking about our kiss.

“Your turn.” I raise my brows and ask, “Why do you come here.”

Troy turns his eyes to the street. He takes a few minutes before talking. "I come here because this is the only place I cease to be Troy Robinson," he scoffs, "if you know what that means?"

I know what he means by that, but I never thought he sees being Troy Robinson as a burden.

Troy continues, "Being Troy Robinson means being the hospital's CEO and the family's first son. I have to keep the family together, and I also have to keep the hospital together."

“That must be one hell of a job,” I chuckle, watching his face light up. A smile comes over his face.

"You have no idea," he says, standing up to leave. He walks to the door but turns back to look at me. "I am sure your mom knows she has an amazing daughter."

"Troy!" I call him when his hand touches the door's handle. "Thank you."

Troy smiles and utters, "No, thank you,” as he shuts the door behind him.

His words make my heart pound, and even after a few minutes have passed, my heart won’t stop.

Chapter seven

One Night Stand

Troy

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