Indebted: Part 2: The Virgin & The Bad-Boy Billionaire (A BWWM Billionaire Romance) Read Online Free Page A

the table and pulls her phone out her bag, checking her texts while I wait. I know she’s making me suffer on purpose now, I also know that I deserve it.
     
    I’m debating whether I should get up and pull the phone from her hand when she joins me at the table. She avoids my eyes as I start rambling, “thank you for meeting up with me, I’m so sorry.”
     
    She purses her lips into a long, thin line. I knew it! She’s not going to forgive me. I’m not sure that I would forgive me either. I’ve known Brianna for years, she’s the closest thing that I’ve ever had to a sister. Then as soon as I saw her with Matthew, I automatically assumed the worst. A small part of me knows that I jumped to conclusions so quickly because I’m jealous of her.
     
    She takes a deep breath and I steel myself for her temper, but when she finally looks into my eyes my insides churn. It isn’t anger staring back at me, it’s pain. “Look, Kendra, I’m not gonna sit here and tell you that I’m not upset, ok? I’ve gotta say; it hurt that you thought I’d try to steal your man. I’ve never done anything like that in my entire life. What made you think I’d start that shit with you? Do you think I’m that girl?”
     
    “No! I don’t. It has nothing to do with you. It’s me. I’ve just been looking so hard for flaws, for something to be wrong, that as soon as I saw the smallest thing, my mind pounced on it. I’m sorry Brianna.” I reach for her hand, but she recoils like a firing pistol.
     
    “You need to stop with that shit. Every masterpiece has cracks in it, Kendra. Are you gonna stare at the cracks? Or enjoy the damned painting?”
     
    She’s right. I felt like I was enjoying the masterpiece once before in my life, back when my father was alive and my family was happy. I watched the cracks start to form when the car accident took him from us. Once Mama had her heart attack, I stopped looking for the beauty in everything.
     
    “I know, I’m so sorry. I just saw you holding his hand, and something in my mind just snapped. I thought you two were talking about sneaking around together. I shouldn’t have been listening in at all. I... I don’t have a good excuse for how I acted. I was a damned fool.”
     
    I stare into my black coffee for absolution. Can I blame her if she doesn’t forgive me? After everything she’s done for me over the years, no, I can’t blame her at all. The idea of losing my best friend stings my eyes with tears.
     
    “I know you’re sorry. I’m not going to say that it’s ok, but I’ll get over it.” She pats my hand and relief soars through me, easing the tightness in my chest. “So, you and Matthew worked it out then?” she knits her eyebrows together as her golden brown eyes soften.
     
    “I guess you could say that,” I answer slyly. She still doesn’t even know about my first time with Matthew, let alone the hot sex we had all over my apartment.
     
    “Good, so what did he tell you?”
     
    My heart sinks, why is she confirming his story? Knowing how I already almost ruined everything with my skepticism, I bite the inside of my cheek and swallow my suspicion. “He told me that he loves me,” I say matter-of-factly.
     
    “Oh, Kendra! I’m so happy for you!” Brianna squeals loud enough that other patrons turn and give us stern looks.
     
    “Shhh,” I laugh, “I’m happy too. It’s just so sudden though. It’s all kinda confusing to be honest.”
     
    “What’s so confusing?”
     
    “It’s just moving so fast. I’m not used to any of this drama, I guess.”
     
    “That’s what happens when you live like Mother Teresa for twenty-six years,” she teases. “Did he tell you anything else? Like about his past?”
     
    “Oh, yeah, he told me all about Marjorie. I guess her being kinda psycho runs deeper than I thought, huh?”
     
    “Marjorie?”
     
    Matthew told me that he was talking about Marjorie when I walked in on the two of them in deep conversation