The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(71)

Henry’s toned abs glistened with cold sweat. Kara followed him inside since he was the only person she knew that was present.

Henry was passed a new glass of beer by George, who was standing by a keg indoors; he flashed Kara a knowing smile and handed her one as well, which she took and examined.

“When you’re popular, it’s easy to find a beer,” started Henry.

Kara took a sip and hated the taste.

“Why do you drink this crap,” she asked.

“Because being sober on a weeknight is for losers,” Henry responded confidently.

Kara set her drink on a table where it was immediately snatched up by another guest.

“Okay, I came. Now tell me where you got my number,” said Kara hastily.

“I’ll give you a choice, I’ll either stop bothering you in person, or you can find out who gave me your number. But, you can’t have both,” Henry said with a cockyish smile.

Kara’s frustration was palpable.

“Fine, you can keep the stupid phone number. At least, I can block you on my phone.”

“Aww, now why would you want to do that, Kara? I thought our love was written in the stars,” Henry said dramatically.

He threw his arm around Kara, and oddly to her, she didn’t mind. It had been a long time since she’d been held in any manner.

She looked around and caught more than a few envious glares and began to feel uncomfortable. She pried herself from his grasp and stepped back.

“Okay, I’ve made an appearance at your stupid party, I’m going home.”

“Kara, what are you going to do at home,” Henry asked, “shall I take a guess? I think you’ll lie down in bed, pull out a book and read for a few minutes while missing me.”

“Nothing of the sort,” she replied, “I’m going to go home and sleep. I have a lot to do tomorrow. I’m taking on some new students that need tutoring, and I’ll need to decide who will be on that list. Thus, I have to sleep tonight.”

Henry finished his drink and casually tossed the plastic cup aside.

“Alright, alright, I won’t bother you anymore. Get out of here.”

Henry waved Kara away in an overt gesture, and she actually felt a bit down that he was pushing her away already. She, at least, expected him to put up more of a fight.

“Have a good evening,” Kara replied curtly before walking towards the front door.

Henry watched her leave; his chest was wracked with a tightness he hadn’t really felt before. He felt that the first time he saw her, as well. It seemed to be lessened every time he had the chance to talk to her, so he enjoyed every second they spent together; even though their time was spent arguing with each other.

He wanted to do something more about it; then he saw George.

3.

George was in the middle of a conversation with a couple of other girls. He was a good guy, even though he was a little slow. Still, he had the opening that Henry needed, and he’d even been so kind as to share Kara’s number. Perhaps there was one more thing he’d be willing to do.

“George, my man,” started Henry, “you’re being tutored by Kara, right?”

George turned to speak, and the girls walked away.

“Yeah, what’s up?” he asked.

“Listen, how did you get her as a tutor,” Henry asked.

“It was easy, there’s a website on the campus that you use to apply for tutelage, and they match you up with people that best suit your needs,” replied George.

“It’s that easy?”

“Yep, just like that. It costs a bit, but it’s worth it. Kara’s helped me bump my grade up a couple of points in the last couple months; it’s helped keep me on the team,” George said.

Henry scratched his chin.

“Do you still have your application somewhere,” Henry asked.

“Yeah, probably, why?”

“I want to apply for a tutor, just give me your information,” Henry prodded.

“I think I have it in my room, I’ll email it to you,” George replied, and then went back to filling his glass.

Henry stood there a moment watching him drink, wishing that he’d take the hint.

“Now, please,” Henry said, taking the glass from George’s hand and setting it on the table.

George raised an eyebrow at him and left for his room in the house. Henry followed close by.

“How about you just bring up the application, and I’ll fill out the rest before sending it in,” Henry said.

George nodded.

“You’ll probably end up with the girl that ditched you tonight,” George said.

“You don’t say, wouldn’t that be something,” Henry said.

With a few taps on his laptop, George pulled up his old application. Henry pushed George from his chair and started changing a few of the fields.

“Hmm, maybe Albert Conrad,” Henry said.

“Albert, Who?” George asked.

“Nothing, George, can you answer me a question, what does Kara like?”

George looked at Henry with drunken eyes and tried to understand what he was being asked.

“Reading, I guess,” George replied.

“You’re no help, George,” said Henry.

“I know.”