Page 21 of Playing Games with My Billionaire

Ihadn’twantedtointerfere with what was going on, but seeing how emotional Lindsey was and how drunk Ken was, I couldn't do nothing. I knew what it was like to be helpless in the face of a bully.

This isn't about you.

I was curious to know what history she and Ken had. It couldn’t have ended well.

I thought back to the time I had met him at the bar, and how he had been all bluster and worried about me dating Lindsey. Had they been an item? Or maybe Ken wanted to be, but she’d rejected him? He seemed violence-prone.

Maybe that's what drove her away from him. Ken certainly didn’t seem her type.

Whatever their business was, it was theirs and not mine, though I knew I had invited trouble by stepping in to get Ken away from her. It seemed the right thing to do at the time, but was I ready to have a man like that hate me while I was in his town?

The thought of him coming after me crossed my mind, and I shook my head.

Middle school stuff. Besides, he is clearly no match for me. Let's just hope he knows it.

I shook off the thought. I didn't want to relive that past of mine.

Lindsey got her icepack and I gave her some ointment.

I was not only worried about her, but I was really interested in knowing what her relationship with Ken was. He had seemed all too familiar with her, asking for a kiss and having the nerve to hold her so.

It bugs me more than I’m willing to admit. Just ask!

“Was it a bad breakup with Ken? Or is it none of my business?” I gingerly asked her as I spread ointment on her arm.

“Old school stuff, that’s all.” And that was all she would say.

Later, after hours of trying to focus on work and failing, I decided to give up and do something else. I looked at the time, and it was a few minutes past five. It was usually at that time that Lindsey started making dinner.

I went downstairs to the kitchen hoping to see her as always, but she wasn't there. I guess she had a change in schedule.

Now that you're ordering dinner, you're all concerned and curious? Leave it be, man!

I was worried, and my first thought was to go check on her in her room. I caught myself.

I’m not her keeper.

It was Bryan who brought up my dinner.

The following day, I saw her late in the morning. She wore a long sleeve top. I guess she was trying to hide the marks Ken had left on her arm.

It must have bruised the skin after all.

She looked like her usual self, acting all cozy and going on about her business in the Lodge.

I wanted to know if she was okay.

"Hey," she said as soon as she noticed me.

*Hello," I responded, casually.

"I want to say thank you for yesterday, I really do appreciate it," she said with a smile.

"It was nothing, just glad to see that you're okay."

I wanted to ask about her arm, but since she was going on as if there was nothing wrong, I decided to let it go.

"To show my appreciation, I was thinking of making a meal you’d like. So, do you have any special requests for dinner tonight? A favorite dish, perhaps?" she asked cheerfully.