Secrets Revealed and Loving the Billionaire

Chapter 5

A/N: I promise. I am working on this story. However, I have been working on others more. If you want me to update this before I actually do, feel free to tell me to update, but please give me about three days to do so.

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~Rissa

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"Marco!" my best friend called out when he got home for the evening. He closed the door and padded towards the kitchen, knowing full well that I would be in there, making something for dinner if I had the chance to work at home and only for a couple of hours.

I bit back a sigh of relief when I heard his voice and moved a hand across my forehead, leaving a trace of flour behind. "Polo," I said and started to knead the dough again. "I don't know why you yelled "Marco" when you knew where I was going to be, Robbie!"

Robbie chuckled and walked the rest of the way into the kitchen. "Because I know that would annoy the shit out of you," he said and grinned cheekily.

I rolled my eyes and bit back a small smile. "Very, funny, Robbie," I said. "How was the meeting?"

Robbie shrugged and sat down at one of the seats where I was working. "Boring," he said with a small pout in his voice. "Travis took notes and recorded the meeting so that you would be able to go over it and compile some notes too. However, that will happen Friday."

I stopped kneading the dough and narrowed my eyes at him, while I scowled. "And why would it happen on Friday and not tomorrow?" I asked and raised an eyebrow. "There are still two d-"

"I know," Robbie said, interrupting me and shrugged, looking nonchalant. "However, we are going to be going out and doing something both days that doesn't pertain to work."

I narrowed my eyes further and scowled. "And that is?" I asked, and he grinned cheekily.

"It's a surprise," he replied and winked. "Trust me, you'll love it."

I rolled my eyes and scowled, not trusting him. "The last time those words left your mouth, I was in a hospital room for three days, Robbie," I said. "I don't trust you when you say those words. Sorry, not sorry."

The smile on Robbie's face grew wider, and he looked amused. "Come on, Kitty Kit," he teased with narrowed eyes. "You can't act like that."

I held back an eye roll and scowled. "Why must you call me that?" I asked. "And I can act like this because I know that whatever trouble you come up with will put me in trouble."

"Not all of it," Robbie reminded me and gave me a pointed look. He took off his suit jacket, set it on the chair beside him before he rolled up his sleeves. "There are some things that you have done that caused you to be in trouble."

I scoffed and rolled my eyes while I finished kneading the dough and set it to the side so that it could rise before I started a new loaf. "Yes, but it isn't as bad as you," I said. "And not as often."

Robbie chuckled and nodded. "That's true," he said and walked over to me. "Aren't you such an innocent little thing?"

"Very funny," I said dryly, and he grinned triumphantly because he knew that he "won" that round.

Robbie chuckled and dipped his head closer to his chest while I huffed and rolled my eyes. "How many loaves of bread are you trying to make?" he asked and changed the subject. He went to the sink and started to wash his hands while he kept his head cocked to me.

I shrugged and let him change the subject, even though I wanted to know what he wanted us to do for the two days he wouldn't allow me to go back into the office. "I don't know," I admitted and shrugged again. "All I did was start to make one and then the one turned into enough for a few of them."