Page 75 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

“Is her new car ready?” Kaisen asked.

New car?

The mechanic nodded, handing Kaisen a set of keys. “Just got it in. We’re giving it a good wash now. Filled up the tank like you asked.”

My mind was blown. I wasn’t sure I was actually standing where I thought I was. Was I invisible?

Kaisen looked down at me, his lips pursed. “So, is there a reason you’ve been screening my calls and texts?”

I felt like I was going to explode. “Am I having a nightmare?” I snapped. “Did you just pretend to be my husband and have my perfectly good car towed to a scrap yard?”

He shrugged, his tone casual. “Your car was a piece-of-shit death trap. You’re lucky you haven’t killed yourself with it yet. There’s no way you could drive that thing to Atlantic City. You could have tried, but I think we both know you wouldn’t have made it without the help of a tow truck.” He stuffed the unfamiliar keys into my hands. “Here. Problem solved.”

I tried to shove the keys back at him, my hands shaking. “I don’t want your stupid car, Kaisen. I don’t need your charity or your meddling.”

He ignored me, walking out of the shop and disappearing into one of the garage bays. I followed, my anger boiling over. “I could call the police, you know!” I shouted after him. “You stole my car! I had stuff in there!”

Kaisen stopped, turned, and grinned. He pointed at the only vehicle in the garage. It was a large, luxury SUV—sleek and expensive, probably worth more than the waterfront building I owned. The glossy finish gleamed under the fluorescent lights.

“What the hell is that?” I snapped.

“It’s a Cadillac Escalade. Plenty of room for cake orders. Safe. Comfortable. Most importantly, reliable.”

“I can’t afford the monthly payments on a car like this! Are you out of your fucking mind?”

The F-bomb slipped. I was so shocked, I didn’t know what to say or do. I felt like I stepped into a nightmare. This could not be happening. I looked around, expecting to see my car. This was all just a stupid joke.

But the car wasn’t there. Worse, he was looking at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was. “In what world do you think I’d give you a car with strings attached? It’s yours outright. No payments.”

I shook my head, my mind spinning. “And the insurance? This thing is probably worth more than my building!”

“You’re fully insured,” he said, his tone firm. “And it comes with a warranty until the car is old enough to turn to rust.”

I felt like my head was going to explode. I threw the keys at him, my hands shaking. “I don’t want it! You can’t just buy yourself a clean conscience.”

He caught the keys easily. I turned and stalked away from the shop without a destination in mind. I just needed to get away from him, from the chaos he’d brought into my life.

But, of course, he caught up to me. The SUV pulled up beside me, and Kaisen got out, stepping in front of me to block my path. “Dorie, stop. Hate me all you want, but do it from the comfort of your hand-stitched leather seats.”

I glared at him, my chest heaving. “You crossed a line, Kaisen. I don’t need or want your gifts, hand-stitched or not. And you’d better hope my old car isn’t in the shape of a cube yet, because you’re going to the scrap yard to get it back.”

He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing. “Did I do something wrong?”

“Where do I start!” I snapped.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice low.

I hesitated, my anger faltering. “No.”

He stepped into me, closing the distance between us as the first drops of rain began to fall. “Then why?” he ground out, his voice tight. “Why are you ignoring me?”

I threw his words back at him. “That’s your move, isn’t it? Ghosting people when you’re done with them? How does it feel? When you’re done with someone, you just move on. You wash your hands of them and go about your life like they never happened.”

He glared at me, his jaw tightening. “What are you talking about?”

I took a deep breath, my heart pounding. “The interview. The one where you said you don’t believe in marriage, don’t want kids, and see yourself as a bachelor forever. Did you mean it?”

He didn’t answer right away, his eyes searching mine. “Does that matter to you?”