Page 38 of One Night Billionaire

“You told me that you promised to talk to him if you were having doubts again and then you straight up did the opposite.”

“I didn’t want him to talk me out of it.”

It was Lucy’s turn to roll her eyes. “You’re stronger than that and you know it. You got scared and that’s okay. We all make mistakes sometimes but why keep torturing yourself over it?”

Anna thought about how to answer that. She was scared, but that didn’t change her feelings about the situation. Hehadcome on too strong. They went from nothing to a pretty serious relationship in no time.

“You can always talk to him.” Lucy took a sip of her wine.

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” Anna grumbled.

Lucy set her glass down and looked at her. “Oh, Anna. I am on your side. I think it’s you that’s confused. However, if you want to sit here and man hate, I can do that. What’s the worst thing about him?”

Anna laughed. “He’s grumpy.”

“That’s it? The worst thing is that he’s not super nice like you?”

“Shut up.” Anna took the throw pillow from beside her on the sofa and put it on her lap, hugging it to her.

“What if you’re right? He probably won’t want to talk to me after everything. It was just a missed connection.”

“A missed connection? Doesn’t sound missed to me.”

“Fine. A lost one then.”

“Are you not going to even try? What if you tried and it went well?”

“What if he tells me to go away?”

“Do you want to live your life not knowing?”

“I miss him,” she admitted. “But I don’t know if I could take the rejection.”

Lucy stared at her. “I never figured you for a chicken.”

“Can we talk about anything else?” Anna pleaded with her friend.

Lucy changed topics but Anna’s mind stayed on Brian. She couldn’t keep herself in the conversation and Lucy left not long after, with a reminder to search her heart for what to do.

She knew what her heart wanted, though. The problem was it also didn’t want to get broken.

“Shit,” she swore at herself and grabbed her keys.

It was now or never and she decided to seize the moment. There would be no more questioning what would or wouldn’t happen if she just went to find out.

Calling him seemed like a cop-out. She needed to see him and know his reaction to her words, in person. A call wouldn’t work for this.

Anna was out the door and into her car before she had a chance to question her decisions. She turned the radio off, annoyed by the added noise and the Sunday night traffic on her way to his house.

There was a real possibility that she’d get there and not be allowed in, but she’d cross that bridge when she got to it. Then she might call him, or just go home. Hell, if she knew. She was driving solely on adrenaline and pushing as many negative thoughts away as she could.

As she approached Brian’s house, she struggled to keep those thoughts at bay. The small amount of wine she’d had with Lucy threatened to exit as the butterflies in her stomach increased the pace of their dance.

She did two laps around his street before finally parking on the side of the road in front of his house. Anna wiped her hands on her pants before getting out of her car. There was no way to tell if he was even home and she scolded herself for not thinking this through.

If he wasn’t here then nothing, she’d just put herself through mattered. He would have parked in the garage so she couldn’t see from the street if he was home. There were lights on inside which was encouraging.

Anna trudged on, up his driveway and to the front door. There, she pressed the buzzer and waited. After a minute and no answer, she dared to press it one more time.

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