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. You have time to figure

 

out an internal sigh of relief. I knew

made the decision a long time ago to end things with him. I was just

other hand, I was just an ordinary girl. Even though I, too, liked handsome, charming

myself fall any further. I’m not going to let myself get hurt

to not reveal my decision until after a few days passed so

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 without so much as a

left me all alone in an empty house, and I

lay down on my bed, staring blankly at

thought that I would never be able to love another man after Justin,

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

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

snapped me awake from my daze. I glanced at the screen, cheering

and John again. There were actually several times where my finger nearly pressed the “dial” button, but I could never muster up the courage to

the call. “Nat! You finally

I say; Natalie calling was

heard Natalie sobbing

crying, Natalie? What’s

the bottom of my stomach.

it that asshole, John? Did

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