Billionaire's Lost Girl

“Please stand up,” My voice cracked. I sounded cold even to my ears. “You have nothing to apologize for.” “But you're angry. And I've wronged you, Cherry. I toyed with what we shared. Let me make amends.” “I don't remember you,” I met his eyes now and took a step back, away from him. “There is nothing to apologize for because I don't know what you're talking about. You've got the wrong girl, Sir. I'm not your Cherry. I'm Elaine.” He paled, horrified. “Cherry...” “Stop calling me that. I'm not Cherry!” I shouted, rushing to the door. “And I'm not coming back to this place.” I unlocked it and bolted for the elevator. He ran closely behind, calling my name. The elevator doors closed off his shouts and I pressed the button that would take me to the first floor hastily, wiping the tears that had escaped the corner of my eyes. I hated myself for being a chicken. I could hear the sincerity in his voice, but I'd been so unfeeling that it was easy for me to lie. I still wanted him, but we were in different places now. If he had traced me to the publishing house in Manhattan, then he could've asked for my house address. I had no cause to believe that he was very much in love with me. Only God knew how many ladies he said those words to on a particular day. I wasn't prepared to be a contender for his attention. I had my son to think about and I couldn't even handle it even if I tried. So it was for the best..