Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

When no reply came, Trey assumed Khloe was still tied up with her client. He leaned back in his seat and settled in to wait.

The day had drained him–juggling time with Angela and a relentless stream of remote work had left him exhausted. Now, on top of it all, this family drama. He was running on fumes.

But then he thought about how far Khloe had traveled for a business meeting. She must be just as worn out, if not

more.

A twinge of guilt pricked at him. She was working for the family company, after all. If she was short–tempered with his mother and Alicia after a long day, maybe it was understandable.

The more he rationalized it, the more he regretted his earlier harshness. When she showed up, he decided, he would focus on smoothing things over.

He didn’t know how long he’d been dozing when his phone buzzed, jolting him awake. Thinking it was Khloe, he fumbled to answer, only to hear Angela’s anxious voice.

“Trey, it’s so late. Why aren’t you home yet? Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine. Just wrapping up some work,” he said, sitting up and rubbing his temples. He hadn’t even realized he’d fallen asleep. He didn’t want to worry her with the drama involving Khloe and his family, so he kept it vague.

“It’s two in the morning, and you’re still working?” Her skeptical tone snapped him fully alert.

Two a.m.?

He checked his phone in disbelief. He’d arrived a little after eight. How had so much time passed?

A cold, heavy feeling settled in his chest. He muttered a quick goodbye and hung up.

Khloe still hadn’t replied to his messages. When he tried calling her, the phone went straight to voicemail.

Anger, hot and sudden, surged through him. He slammed the car into gear and drove straight home.

Angela was waiting for him, but when he glanced toward Khloe’s room, the door was shut, no light from beneath

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Had she stood him up? Left him waiting out there for nearly six hours?

Trey ripped at his tie in frustration, kicked off his shoes, and stormed toward her room. Just as he reached for the doorknob, Angela caught his wrist.

“Trey, what are you doing? That’s Khloe’s room,” she whispered, her voice tense.

They had always kept separate rooms. For him to charge into Khloe’s room this late–and in front of her–was crossing a line.

Her questioning look brought him back to his senses. She was right. Khloe was probably asleep. Any confrontation could wait until morning.

He let out a steadying breath and allowed Angela to lead him away.

Back in her room, it all came pouring out. He told her everything.

A part of Angela had feared his distraction meant he was developing feelings for Khloe. Hearing the truth, a wave of relief washed over her.

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“She’s never done anything like this to me before.”

His voice was low, thick with a rare and genuine hurt. For the first time, he felt the sting of being disregarded by a woman. Even when he’d pursued Angela, his success had always felt inevitable.

“Now you see?” Angela’s voice was soft, almost a purr. “Women only become spoiled when they’re indulged. You’ve treated Khloe too well all these years. Now she takes your affection for granted and thinks she’s above the Fox family’s rules.”

She handed him a glass of water and sat beside him, her fingers gently kneading the tension from his shoulders.

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