Page 6 of Dr. Billionaire's Fake Marriage

Remembering what Mother said a few minutes ago, I understand Troy's need to protect his family.

But I can't wait for the chance to prove him wrong and tell him that I don't care for his family's money or influence in Richmond. I am here for my career and nothing more.

My phone rings; it is Troy, calling to know if I haven't changed my mind about the masked party.

I want to know why attending this fanciful party with me is so important to him. "I will be at the party," I promise before Troy can say another word.

“I will pick you up by six,” Troy affirms.

I pause momentarily to ask, "Do you know where to pick me up?" As far as I know, Troy doesn't know anything about me. He doesn't know where I live…only that I work for him. I come to the hospital whenever it is time for my shift.

"I know my assignments, Camile. I am your boss, and I know everything about everyone who works for me, including you."

I draw in deep breaths. "I will be expecting you by six, Mr. Robinson." I hang up the phone and start dressing for the masked party.

I know Amelia will be there. She is always at every party organized by the Robinsons. She will soon be engaged to one of the Robinsons, anyway.

"Why does Troy want you to go to the party with him?" Amelia asks over the phone. "Does he want to…" She pauses and adds, "You know…"

I chuckle; there is no way Troy wants anything to do with me. Besides, there is no way I want to go out with my forty-five-year-old boss.

He is old enough to be my father. "Nothing is going on here."

“Then why does he want to take you to that fancy party?” Amelia inquires.

"I don't know…it is some sort of payback thing," I respond. Amelia goes on to ask about my rogue patient. I raise my brows; Troy made us promise not to talk about the incident at the hospital. Amelia wasn't on her shift when it happened, and I wonder how she learned about it.

“Nothing happened at the hospital,” I lie to her, keeping my word to Troy about keeping the incident within the hospital.

"It's okay," Amelia laughs. "Troy tells Henry everything at the hospital, and he always sings. Don't worry, Mrs. Robinson isn't going to get a word out of me."

“Okay,” I say. “I guess I should expect to see you at the party, then?”

She laughs as she hangs up. I look at the clock on the wall of my room; it is almost time for this party. I start to get ready. I can’t wait to get this party over with and stop owing Troy.

It is a few minutes to six in the evening. I am almost set for the party when Troy's call comes in. His car is parked outside the house already.

Mother is in the living room, laughing and chatting with someone.

I walk faster to know who has Mother giggling like a teenage girl in love.

My eyes widen when I see Troy sitting on the chair beside her. Mother looks up at me. "Isn't that my little princess?"

Mother's smile doesn’t rub off on me, as I frown at Troy.

It is enough that he is at my house, but coming in to talk to my mother? Who the hell does he think he is?

“I met Troy,” Mother says. “He says you work at his hospital.”

I nod to say, “Yes. He is my boss.”

Troy stands up just in time. “We have to get going,” he says. “Thank you, Mrs. Howard.” Mother stands up to walk us to the door.

“Please, call me Jesse,” she corrects Troy.

I let her walk us to the car and Troy opens the door. His driver starts the car when Troy is in his seat.

There is an awkward silence between us. I swallow, focusing on the road while Troy gets busy on his phone.

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