Page 35 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

Annie grabbed my phone, typing furiously. “Holy shit!”

“What?”

“This guy is rich,” she said. “Like, billionaire loaded.”

I blinked, staring at her. “What?”

She turned the screen to me. “Seely Enterprises. Kaisen Seely. Owner and CEO. Massive real estate company with its fingers in just about every industry. Dorie, he’s a billionaire.”

I stared at the screen, my mind reeling. I knew Kaisen was successful, but a billionaire? That was just plain bonkers. “Wow,” I said with total shock. “I had no idea. I just assumed he was regular rich. Or maybe the kind of guy that had a fat credit line. Not that kind of rich.”

Annie sat down at the table. “So let me get this straight. A billionaire just bought you an espresso machine. For what? Because your Mr. Coffee broke?”

I shrugged, trying to play it cool. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” Annie laughed, shaking her head. “Dorie, you’re delusional. This guy is dropping in on you, buying you expensive gifts, and making cake boxes for you. Don’t you think there’s more to this?”

I caught my reflection in the mirror on the wall. My cheeks were flushed, and my hair was a mess—as usual. Kaisen was the most eligible bachelor in New York. He was stupid rich. What would he possibly want with a broke baker like me?

“Annie, he’s Kaisen. And I’m just me. There’s no way he’s interested in anything more than, I don’t know, being friends or whatever. He’s probably just being nice because he’s best friends with my sister’s future husband. And he’s a billionaire. Spending a few hundred dollars is nothing to him. He’s bored. He doesn’t have anything to spend his money on here, so he took pity on me. That’s it. Trust me, I’m not his type.”

Annie gave me a look of disbelief and pity. “Dorie, you’re amazing. You’re talented, kind, and beautiful. If Kaisen can’t see that, then he’s an idiot.”

I forced a smile. “Thanks, Annie. But I think you’re reading too much into this.”

She sighed, standing up and giving me a hug. “Just keep an open mind, okay?”

“He’s not my type,” I said. “I’m not his type and vice versa. We were forced into each other’s worlds because of this wedding. Once the wedding is over, he goes back to his world, and I’ll be here. It’s a nice gift and I’ll make sure to thank him, but I’m not going to pretend it’s some grand romantic gesture.”

She laughed. “If my husband bought me something like that, he would absolutely be getting laid. He’d get the pre-marriage treatment. All the little things he loves that he says I don’t do anymore.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, I will not be bobbing for anything with Kaisen. A thank you will have to suffice.”