Page 76 of Falling for the Billionaire Best Man

I gaped at him. “Yes, it matters to me. I’m nearly thirty, Kaisen. I want kids. I want a family. And if that’s not something you’re interested in, then what are we even doing here? We had a fling, fine. Let it go. Stop calling me and pretending you give a damn. Don’t buy me expensive gifts. Just go! Ghost me now! I’d rather have it over sooner than later.”

He ran a hand through his hair, his expression frustrated. “Marriage was never in the cards for me, Dorie. That doesn’t mean I don’t care about you.”

I shook my head, my anger flaring again. “I’m not going to be your plaything while you’re in Cape May. You don’t get to fly up for the weekend, get laid, and then go back to your stable of women in New York.”

“You’re not a plaything to me.”

“Then what am I?” I demanded, my voice breaking. “Because it sure feels like you’re trying to buy me off with a car.”

He hesitated, his jaw clenching. “Take the keys, Dorie. You have no other options.”

I snatched the keys from him, my hands shaking. “I don’t want your gifts, Kaisen. You can’t buy my trust or my friendship.”

He looked at me. “I don’t want your friendship,” he said, his voice rough. “I never did.”

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. Without another word, I turned and got into the car. My hands gripped the steering wheel as I drove away. I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw him standing there, shoulders slumped.

What the hell was I doing? Why in the hell was I driving this stupid, amazing, ridiculously expensive, and luxurious SUV? My butt was warm. That was when I realized it had heated seats. The steering wheel was warm as well.

This was way too much.

But he pissed me off so much I had to take the car just to get away from him.