Page 52 of Faking it With A Grumpy Billionaire

“Sorry. Thank you very much,” I said as I paid my fare and got out of the taxi. I walked slowly, feeling as though life was over for me.

To be honest, I had no idea what to do now. My heart ached, my stomach ached, and my head ached. It felt like a good nap would do the trick. But the moment I got into my apartment and onto my bed, I felt the emotions all come again, hitting me with even fuller force. Was this what it felt like to be heart-broken? The last time I thought I was heart-broken, it didn’t even hurt this much.

I guess it was because I never saw this coming. I could not even recall the last time I felt this way. I was deeply hurt, but I had no right to be angry, considering the fact that we were not actually a real couple.

I guess it’s true what they say—the heartbreaks that hurt the most are the ones where you’re not really in a relationship with the person.

I was supposed to tell him that I was falling in love with him and that I cherished the times we spent together. I was planning to talk to him about the meetings I had today and how good they all went. However, when I finally mustered the courage to tell him how I felt, I was confronted with him and another woman.

I turned my body on my bed, burying my face in my pillow, feeling my body vibrating as the tears kept gushing out. This was not what I envisioned for myself tonight. I didn’t want this. I didn’t plan for any of this.

As I lay on my bed, I heard my phone ring. It was Will.

I immediately declined the call and turned off my phone. The last thing I wanted was for more calls to come in. I know it was only a matter of time before Lydia called as well. For now, all I wanted was my peace and quiet—nothing more, nothing less.

I let out another breath as I turned on my bed, the picture of Will and the woman still stuck in my head.

God, please!

I was tired of the torture. All I wanted at the moment was to sleep and then face the problems tomorrow. Besides, it was a pretty long day, with no break at all, and I could really use one at the moment.

Chapter twenty-four

Will

“Oh my god, what have I done?” I stood outside of the house with my hands on my head as I realized how huge of a mistake I had just made.

I looked ahead again, hoping to see Elizabeth even though I knew she was far gone.

“Oh, Will! Will!” In anger, I kicked a flowerpot that was seated peacefully right beside me, causing it to fall and break by the side.

Realizing the huge mess I had just created again, I walked back inside in annoyance.

“Is she gone?” I heard my fling say, but I just ignored her as I picked up my phone to dial Elizabeth’s number.

“If she is gone, we could continue from where we left off.”

That was the straw that broke the camel’s back as I immediately turned to her in anger. “Please leave,” I said politely, trying to put my emotions in order.

After all, I called for her, so I had no right to blame her for my actions.

“Excuse you? You called me here, and now you ask me to leave.”

“I beg you, please leave!” I said, slightly raising my voice enough for her to know that I was serious about her leaving.

I watched her pick up her purse and walk out earnestly. The moment I heard the door close behind her, I let out a breath as I felt my heart pacing.

What do I do? How do I fix things?

I should never have called her here. I should have listened to my instincts telling me that I was doing something wrong. But then I shut it out, choosing the wrong route, and now this was the end result I was left with.

Putting the phone to my ear, I listened as it rang, but there was no answer. Of course, she wasn’t going to pick up. What was I expecting? That she would pick up and listen to what I had to say after hurting her in that manner?

I called again, but this time, her phone was switched off.

Settling on my couch with my head buried in my palms, I had no idea what to do next. As I sat there, my head kept replaying the moment when she had walked into the living room and seen me with my fling.

The disappointment on her face was enough for me to know that I had messed up big time. As I recalled the teardrops on her cheeks as she ran out of my living room, my heartache intensified. I called her again to no avail. For the first time in a long time, I experienced fear. The thought of her never talking to me again scared me more than anything. I was not ready to lose Elizabeth. So far, she was the one good thing I had going on in my life besides business.

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