Page 50 of Faking it With A Grumpy Billionaire

Once she gets here, this feeling for Elizabeth will be over, I thought to myself confidently as I settled in my living room.

And just as I expected, in a few minutes, she was already at my doorstep. I hurriedly went over to get the door, leading her in.

“Oh my god, I can’t remember the last time I have been here! It’s been so long, Willy. What took you so long to reach out?” my fling said as she walked around.

I looked at her, realizing I had no idea what her name was. I watched as she spoke out of the abundance of her heart.

“Oh, everything still looks as good as before! Oh my, it’s so good to be back, Will.” I watched as she touched a few things here and there, gradually allowing regret to seep in.

But then again, I needed this. I needed to get over Elizabeth, and I needed to do it as fast as possible. That way, things could go back to being normal, the way they used to be.

“Oh, I have missed you so much! Will, come here.” I watched her approach me with her arms open as we both reached the living room.

I smiled a bit as I welcomed her into my arms, allowing her to hug me until she brought her hands to my face. As she proceeded to kiss me, I felt my heart beating really fast, as though I was about to commit a crime.

I ignored the voice I kept hearing in my head telling me not to do it. I allowed her to plant her lips on mine, but then, all I kept seeing as I closed my eyes was Elizabeth.

What is happening?

I immediately pulled out of the kiss, as I was unable to phantom what was happening to me. Why was I seeing Elizabeth? Why did I feel guilty, as though I was cheating?

If we were in a real relationship, that was a different case. But we weren’t, so what was this feeling of guilt I felt?

“What’s wrong?” she asked.

I looked up, remembering my fling was still here.

“Nothing, I just need a moment.” I sat down on my couch with my head resting on both of my hands.

“You need a moment? Since when? Come on, let’s just get it over with.” She kept insisting as she proceeded to touch me once again, and I immediately jerked off without even thinking.

“I need a moment, please!”

“Why?” she asked, slightly raising her voice this time.

“What do you mean why?”

“Why do you need a moment? Am I not pleasing to you anymore? Or is it because you’ve found yourself some lady as a fiancée? If she was pleasing you, then why am I here?”

“I don’t want to talk about her, please,” I said, annoyed at the fact that she was bringing up Elizabeth in our conversation.

Hearing her speak about Elizabeth in a distasteful manner wasn’t pleasant. However, why should I be bothered? The goal here was to get over Elizabeth, not dwell on her or defend her.

“You don’t have to be worried about anything. It’s not like you both are married yet. You’re not cheating, don’t worry.”

I listened to her, fully aware that she was wrong in the statement she had just made. Despite knowing I needed to get it over with, I found myself unable to do so. “I’m sorry, I just needed a moment.”

“Come here.” She pulled me closer and kissed my lips as she lay down beside me.

Despite my determination to proceed, I found myself unable to continue. It was at this moment that I realized I had made a huge mistake by inviting her over.

Will, what have you done?

I tried to pull her off me, regretting every step I had taken up to this moment. Even though Elizabeth and I were not dating, she did not deserve to be spoken poorly of in my presence or to be betrayed like this.

“No, please, just stop,” I said, but it seemed like she had other plans of her own, continuing with her actions.

How do I get out of this?

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