The Billionaire's Secret

30

surprise!

6 months later

"So are you seeing anyone?" I ask Kirsten while sipping my slushie.

"No." She looks away and smiles.

"Um." I turn to look at her. "Is there something you're not telling me?"

"No. I'm not seeing anyone." She laughs.

"Okay. When you're ready to tell me who you're seeing I'll be here."

"Not seeing anyone. Speaking of seeing people isn't someone's anniversary coming up?"

"I don't know."

"So what are you guys gonna do?"

"I don't know."

"Firstly give me an answer besides I don't know because I'm tired of hearing that. Secondly why don't you go out to dinner or something?"

"Oh no. Jake would never do that."

"Why not? You guys have been together long enough to do that."

"He doesn't like going out for dinner. Maybe I could cook him something."

"Ugh no, that's so basic. Surprise him or something."

"Oh yes like he did on our first month anniversary." I smile at the memory.

"Mhm hmm. Give him the great sex too." She laughs and I smack her arm.

"Oh honey it doesn't have to be our anniversary for that to happen."

"Oh my gosh it's like talking to a totally different person when I talk to you." We laugh and I look at my phone.

"I haven't talked to my brother in a while." I start to dial his number when Kirsten grabs the phone from me.

"Maybe he's busy right now." She quickly says.

"Oh yea he may be at work." I nod and she looks away. "Is there something you know that I don't?"

"No I just don't want anything to interrupt our girl time."

"Okay."

~*~

I throw some more clothes in the washer while doing a little dance. I turn around to see Jake leaned against the doorway.

"Hey." He smiles.

"Hi." I prop myself​ up onto the washer.

"How was your​ day?" He walks over to me.

"It was good. How was yours?"

"It could've been a lot better." He places his hands on my waist.

"Oh yeah? How so?"

"Not​ important." He smiles. "What is important is that I am now a hotel owner."

"Really?"

"Yes. I got the deal babe." I squeal while kissing his forehead.

"I'm so proud of you."

"Thanks babe." He runs his hands up and down the bottom of my leg. "Can you show me how proud you are of me?"

I smile while grabbing his hand to stop his movements.

"Maybe. But first I need to take this food out of the oven." I get off of the washer as he follows me to the kitchen.

"You cooked?"