The Billionaire's Assistant

Chapter 90

They lay in bed for hours, cuddling while Kat napped fitfully.

"I have to go back," she said suddenly, lifting Jove's arms from over the top of her.

"Hmm?" Jove murmured sleepily.

"I have to go back to the den. Where I stay," she clarified as she felt him fix her with a strange look. "I have to go tell them what happened, I have to tell them what you did. Maybe,"

She stooped.

"I don't think they'll forgive me. I don't know if they will. But they have to know that you agreed to start issuing the microgrids, they have to know that our plan worked, that Conner didn't,"

She stopped again.

"I have to go over there."

Jove nodded, sitting up.

"You wanna go now?" he asked. "I'll take you."

Kat shook her head.

"I need to go by myself."

She looked down.

"Do you have clothes?" she asked, and Jove smiled at her.

"I can get some?" he offered, and Kat nodded gratefully.

By the time she was out of the shower the clothes had arrived, and Kat and Jove had agreed on a bargain. He didn't want her walking through the city alone with a fresh concussion and she didn't want him dropping her off at the den in case anyone saw, so instead Jove would drive her one street over, to the Belizeilbee where he normally dropped her off, and she'd walk the rest of the way. Without him following, she was sure to clarify.

They rode the majority of the way in silence, Kat's nerves about her reception broiling within her. She had tucked her house key into the pocket of her fresh pants, but realized last night that she'd left her briefcase somewhere, had lost it in the tumult of the day. She thought back realizing that she couldn't recall the last time she'd actually had it, but grateful she thought to put her key directly in her pocket, her anxiety requiring her to be able to touch it in order to confirm she still had it.

"They made me leave when I showed up yesterday," she confessed quietly, more to herself than to Jove. "They may not wanna see me."

"They were hurting," said Jove sympathetically. "They'll want to see you."

"I don't know," said Kat hurriedly, her worries now rushing out one after the other. "What if they hate me, what if they-"

Jove cut her off.

"Don't think that way," he instructed. "Don't assume the worst. Look, I don't know these people well, but anyone that knows you knows your intentions. They'll understand, Kat, I'm sure they will."

She nodded, distracted by her street pulling into view. "Here is good," she said at the end of the den's block.

"I thought you wanted to do the Belizeilbee?"

"This is closer, she replied, her voice laden with nerves. I don't wanna have more time to think about it."

Jove nodded sagely. "You can do this Kat," he encouraged. "I'll be right here when you need me."