Page 41 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

“Then it’s settled.”

“You don’t have to do that,” I said, feeling bad that he was doing so much for me. “I can figure it out.”

He shrugged. “I don’t mind.”

He drove me to the bakery. The rain was still coming down in sheets. He got out of the car and followed me inside. “I can walk home from here or take an Uber,” I said, trying to sound determined. “You don’t need to stick around.”

Kaisen just rolled up his sleeves. “I’m staying.”

“You don’t have to. This is detail work. It’s complicated, all design-focused. You don’t have to⁠—”

“I didn’t become a billionaire by not doing the hard stuff,” he said, cutting me off. “I’m staying. I’m officially your driver.”

It was the first time he’d mentioned the massive wealth gap between us. It caught me off guard. I didn’t know how to respond, so I just nodded and led him into the bakery.

“I don’t really have anything for you to do,” I said. “It’s just me and icing.”

“I’ll watch,” he said. “It’s kind of cool to see what you can do with frosting.”

“Suit yourself.”

Kaisen watched me as I started piping, his eyes following my hands. I tried to focus, but his presence was distracting.

“Do you have any siblings?” I felt like he knew all about my family, so I should at least ask about his.

Kaisen hesitated. “No,” he said finally. “It’s just me.”

I nodded, sensing there was more. “What about your parents?”

He didn’t answer right away. The look on his face told me he was uncomfortable. I almost regretted asking. “I don’t speak to my dad. And my mom? She died when I was a teenager.”

“I’m sorry,” I said softly. “I shouldn’t have pried.”

Kaisen shook his head. “It’s fine. You didn’t know. It’s old news.”

I felt terrible for judging him so harshly, for assuming I knew who he was based on what Eliza had told me. Based on his wealth. The man standing in front of me was so much more than his reputation, and I was starting to see that.

It was a turning point for me. My feelings for Kaisen were shifting. I wasn’t sure how to handle it. But one thing was clear: I couldn’t keep pretending I didn’t care about him.