The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(72)

“I’ll turn off your computer when I’m done, just get back to the party for me.”

“Okay, Henry.”

George stumbled out of his room, slamming the door behind him unexpectedly.

Henry continued to fill in the fields of the application. Some of the details he made up on the fly, while others he used from his own record to help his case. When he thought the application was perfect, he submitted it.

Henry felt butterflies in his stomach. He wanted to spend more time with Kara, and this seemed the only way to do it.



4.

The usual people were on the list, and Kara didn’t mind who she had to tutor, so long as they were willing to learn and able to pay.

Living on campus was becoming more expensive every quarter that passed, and she had to take on even more students to handle the load.

One applicant stood out to her on the list. Albert Conrad. He needed help in areas that she was quite proficient in; though he did sound like he might be a little slow to learn. It didn’t really matter, though; everyone deserved a fair shot at good grades.

Kara signed the waiver and took on two more students; the first she decided to call was Albert.

“Hello?” replied the speaker.

“Albert Conrad,” she asked.

“Yes, that’s me.”

“This is Kara, and I’ve decided to take you on as a student that I’ll be tutoring. Do you have time to meet me later today?”

“Of course; the library at 2 pm would be perfect,” he replied.

“Excellent, I will see you then,” Kara said before hanging up the phone.

Something seemed very familiar about the voice on the other line, but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

Time passed, and the clock eventually read 2 pm. It was raining again outside, and Kara sat and watched out the window again with a book in hand.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and swiveled to see Henry standing there.

“Why are you here,” she asked.

“Albert said he couldn’t make it, and I should take his spot,” he replied while plopping down in the overstuffed chair nearby.

“How do you know Albert,” Kara wondered.

“Well, funny story, that,” Henry said, “I made him up.”

Kara wasn’t laughing.

“Henry, why are you torturing me like this,” she asked.

“I really don’t know,” he replied.

There was sincerity in his reply that Kara hadn’t heard before. Henry appeared genuine for the first time since Kara had met him.

“Okay, Henry, you’ve had your fun, I need to get back to real work now.”

Henry didn’t budge from his seat.

“Kara, why do we constantly fight?” he asked.

Kara knew what she wanted to say, but wondered if she was just parroting what she had said in the past. The only reason she could honestly come up with is that she didn’t want to feel like she was just another face. She wanted to be more than just another passing fancy.

“We fight because you’re super annoying,” she said.

Henry smirked.

“I guess you’ll never let down your guard,” Henry said while standing up to leave.

Kara stood as well.

“Is this some kind of joke,” she asked, “you make someone up so that you can come see me after you said that you wouldn’t bother me anymore. Now you’re walking away with your tail between your legs.”

Henry paused and lingered for a moment before answer, trying to think of a reply. Nothing really came to him, so he just said what was on his mind.

“Kara, I don’t like many people, but I like you,” he said.

Kara let out a brash laugh that left Henry feeling a little silly.

“Henry, I don’t think you know what it means to like someone.”

“Kara, I mean it when I ask you out, I really do want to try to take you out for a date and see if we could be something more than acquaintances.”

She was feeling incredibly frustrated. This was a new tactic, for sure, and Kara couldn’t figure it out.

“Okay Henry, let’s try it,” she said, surprising herself.

She hadn’t meant to accept, but the words escaped her mouth before she’d really thought about them.

Henry’s eyes lit up, his usual serious gaze disappeared.

“I don’t suppose you’d want to go out right now, would you?”

Kara shook her head.

“No, I’m busy today,” she couldn’t backpedal this time. “Just call me, maybe we can get together later or tomorrow. I’m usually free on Sunday’s.”

“It’s a date,” he said, bouncing out from the library.

The rain let up, and small jets of sunlight streamed in through the glass. Kara already missed the rain, but the rainbow was a welcome change.

“Great,” she said to herself with an exhausted sigh.



5.

Sunday began with a phone call.

“Hello,” Kara said, answering the call with her eyes full of sleep

“I think I have an idea of what we can do today, dress warm and meet me downstairs,” Henry replied then ended the call.

Kara wanted to stay in bed for another hour or two. She rarely had the chance to sleep in, and this was the first day in more than a few months that she’d had the time.