Free Indebted: Part 2: The Virgin & The Bad-Boy Billionaire (A BWWM Billionaire Romance) by Sadie Black Page B

I’ve just spent an hour looking up tough interview questions and practicing my answers in the mirror. It felt kinda silly, but if it helps me land this job I’ll talk to myself in the mirror every day.
     
    My apartment buzzer lets me know the pizza is finally here. Not a moment too soon, my stomach reminds me with another growl. I hit the buzzer and wait by the door, holding it open with my foot while I look around the apartment for my purse. When I look back to the open door, Matthew is standing on the other side, looking rather angry. Like he has a reason to be the angry one?
     
    Of course, he isn’t just happy with ruining what was the best day of my life, after giving myself to him. Now he has to take the wind out of my sails when I just landed the best job opportunity of my life too? Is there anything that this guy doesn’t want to take from me? Is there any moment that he can’t destroy?
     
    “I’m not interested in what you have to say.”
     
    Every muscle in his clenched jaw is stiff. “Kendra, give me three minutes. If you still don’t want to hear me out, then I’ll gladly leave you alone.”
     
    “I don’t have three minutes for bullshit, Matthew. There are much better things I can do with that time.”
     
    “You know, for such a smart girl, you’re making a really stupid mistake. I never thought you’d be the type to create drama and jump to crazy conclusions.”
     
    I feel my jaw square up as I grit my teeth. “Are you going to stand here and tell me that I didn’t see what I saw? Come on Matthew, I’m not some naive little girl with stars in my eyes. Your games aren’t going to work with me.”
     
    “My games? Kendra, do you make it a habit to make wild assumptions based on conversations you eavesdrop on? You have no idea what you’re talking about. You couldn’t have this more mixed up.”
     
    “Fine, enlighten me.” Opening the door, I step aside, letting him in my tiny apartment. I wonder if he’s ever been in a place so small? He looks so out of place in here, with his designer shirt and Armani shoes. Self-consciousness washes over me when I realize that I’m still wearing the same clothes he saw me in yesterday. The ones I cried myself to sleep in last night. My puffy eyes betray my tough facade.
     
    He stands in my hallway, looking so large and imposing in my modest space. He looks out of place because he doesn’t fit in here, I realize. He doesn’t belong in your apartment, and he doesn’t belong in your life. “Your three minutes are counting down now.”
     
    He finally looks me in the eyes and sighs.
     
    “Look, you don’t have to explain how you got involved with Brianna, I’m happy for you two and hope it all works out.” I know he can hear the bravado in my voice. I can’t even look at him, I don’t want him to see how much he’s crushed me. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
     
    “I already told you that you have it all wrong.”
     
    “Oh do I? What part of you two holding hands and talking about breaking the secret to me am I misunderstanding exactly?” The words drip off my tongue like acid. “You’re right I was eavesdropping and I heard you, Matthew. I heard you tell her that you hope I can forgive you for falling in love with Brianna.”
     
    “Not everything in life is on one side of a hard line or the other,” Matthew growls. “If you heard me say that I’m in love with Brianna then you need to work on your spy skills. I’m not in love with Brianna. I was confiding in her, and she was comforting me.”
     
    “I bet. Well, I hope you’re feeling better. Your three minutes are over. Please leave.”
     
    “Why do you have to be so fucking stubborn!” He searches my ceiling for answers, looking exasperated when he finds none. “The apple doesn’t fall very far, I guess.”
     
    “What are you talking about? What does that even mean?”
     
    My buzzer rings again, “I think you should go, I have things to do.” I walk over