If I really wanted money, I would have asked for it from him the first time we slept together. But I didn’t.

All I wanted was to have a proper discussion with him, not another argument. He was a domineering man, but he wasn’t coldhearted.

 

Michael scanned me from head to toe curiously. He didn’t have to say a single word for me to guess what he was thinking and what he was about to do.

“I’d advise you to give up on the idea of becoming my girlfriend. I can give you anything except that. I would never marry a nobody like you; know your place, Anna!”

If I’m just a nobody, then why are you, a huge CEO, so insistent on clinging to me?

 

You’re surrounded by so many great, intelligent women. You could easily get any one of them to fall for you. So, why me?

“I never wanted to become your girlfriend. Relax. I know where I stand.”

A man like him was most likely going to marry someone hailing from a powerful family background and beloved by all those around her.

 

There was no way that a woman like me would ever become his wife, and the mere idea sent chills up my spine.

You have time

 

internal sigh of relief. I knew Michael would be

things with him. I was just afraid that if I let our relationship go on this way, I would not be

of my league, surrounded by flocks of admiring women. On the other hand, I was just an

to let myself fall any further. I’m not

reveal my decision until after a few days passed so that I

would stay the night. Yet to my surprise, he left the table and picked up his coat as soon as he had finished his dinner, walking out the door

in an empty

took a shower and lay down on my bed, staring

Justin,

of him every time I tried to go to sleep, I chalked it up to having

crush would go nowhere, and I was scared to let myself get heartbroken once more. So, I curled in on myself like a porcupine and protected myself in the only way I knew how to – by keeping him at arm’s

I glanced at the screen, cheering up when

I was trying to get in between her and John again. There

hurriedly answered the call. “Nat! You finally

must have sounded excited even through the phone. I mean, what could I say; Natalie

I heard Natalie sobbing

are you crying, Natalie? What’s

heart lurched to the bottom of my stomach. Natalie was a bright, happy-go-lucky girl who

that asshole, John? Did he hurt

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