Secrets Revealed and Loving the Billionaire

Chapter 2

"You have an appointment at noon today," I said, going into the basement where I knew Robbie would be. "Shall I tell him that you will be late?" I looked at the IPad that I had changed from the clipboard, looking over notes and catching up on emails.

"Cancel it," my best friend and boss said. He was working on one of his many cars, fixing up something that was wrong with it. There was silence except for the sound of the wrench as he tightened up one of the bolts. "I don't have time."

"Yo-"

"My best friend needs me," Robbie said. "She is more important than work." He paused, and I could tell that he shrugged. "Besides, I am working on this car. I want to get it ready for the show this weekend," he added, talking about the all-day car show that was happening soon.

I rolled my eyes, trying to make sure that I wasn't blushing. I found it rather sweet that he would skip work for me, but I knew that he could because he was his own boss. "Your best friend can handle herself," I said. I have done it before, I thought, bitterly pursing my lips. "You already canceled with this client before. You promised that you would not cancel on them again without good reason. You gave him your word. And, my "state of mind" doesn't count as a good reason."

It was silent while Robbie still did whatever he was doing to his car, and I could tell that he was annoyed with the last bit I had said. "Too bad you don't know anything about cars," he said, and I scoffed and rolled my eyes because he had no idea what I know or didn't know. He pushed himself from underneath the car and looked at me with those chocolate brown eyes that I had fallen in love with but couldn't be mine. "What?" he asked, a slow smirk on his face when he caught my scowl.

I scowled, narrowing my eyes at him. "You do realize that I had been with you when your dad has taught you this stuff. Right? I actually paid attention." And, I know more stuff than you about cars because of my dad, I silently added, bitterly, making sure that I didn't let him see what I was thinking.

Robbie hummed as if to say sure. He was trying to get me riled up, and I couldn't help but wonder why.

"You are just trying to get me to cancel," I said, narrowing my eyes at him. "Not happening. You are going to have to go to the office. I will be there, too. I have work to do." I looked at my IPad, trying to see how I wanted to set my day up. I hated that I slept late because I was way behind.

"Travis, please turn off her IPad," Robbie said, and my IPad shut off while I was in the middle of planning my life and making sure that everything was in order.

"Hey," I said, annoyed, trying to turn my IPad back on and continue my work. "Travis."

"Sorry, but your boss told me to turn it off." He sounded smug, and I scowled, debating on whether or not there was a way that I could get back at him, even though he was a computer.

"Why?" I asked, looking at Robbie. I scowled and narrowed my eyes at him. "I have work to do."

Robbie shook his head. "Travis has advised me that you needed a day of rest. So, that means you are not going to the meeting." He held up his hand, stopping me from talking. "I will have Carlos taking notes and recording the meeting." He waved his hand when I was about to speak again. "Carlos knows some of what you are doing. He will help you in any way that he can to make your life "easier.""

I sighed and shook my head, giving in, even though all I wanted to do was work and get everything that he needed situated. "Travis, I hope that you will be doing something too," I said, lifting my head while I talked to the computer. "Carlos still has trouble with 'to' 'two' and 'too.'"

"I will be helping out with whatever is needed of me," Travis replied. "And making sure that you relax."

I rolled my eyes and huffed. I hated relaxing, and I hated weekends. I couldn't deal with weekends because all I did was think and think about him. I loved keeping busy, which was why Robbie's father made sure that I was busy all the time.

The screen of my IPad flashed as bright text appeared, showing the words 'I also set up a meeting with your caseworker.'

I took a deep breath and looked at my best friend. I wish I was comfortable trusting him with what I was going through, but I knew that he could get hurt if my father found out about my crush on him. Or worse. "At least let me do something with work," I said meekly. "That way, I am not home bored."

He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I am not going to win? Am I?" he asked. "No matter how much I try to get you to relax, you don't." He shook his head and huffed. "Fine, you are allowed three hours to get work done. After that, then you are to be logged off of the computer."

"What about shows?"

"You may use mine to watch Netflix. However, that is the only thing that you can do or pig out. Deal?"

I rolled my eyes but offered him a small smile. I was glad that he would let me do some work because it stresses me out when I didn't do anything productive for the company. Hell, I even work at home on the weekends, even though Robbie didn't like that I do it. "Deal."