Ruin The Billionaire

Lilly.

“Kyle’s here?” I asked, my heart starting to beat faster.

Leah placed her phone on the couch and stood up. “They’ve just sent me a message that they’ve reached. I can hear them.”

“Shit,” I leapt from the couch and started grabbing my phone and purse. “Don’t let them know I’m here.”

“I already told them.”

“Tell them I’ve left,” I said, hurrying off. “Will be in your room.”

A few seconds later, I heard the door opening and new voices.

I hoped they would not realise that I was still around. Ever since my drunken one night stand with Kyle, I’d been avoiding him. I had neither picked his calls nor answered the messages he’d sent me countless times. I had never done something like that and I didn’t know how to deal with it. Could we really go back to being friends like nothing had happened?

A few minutes later, I heard a knock and my heart leapt to my throat. I stayed silent, pretending that I had not heard anything.

“Lilly, I know you’re in there.” it was Kyle’s smooth voice. I rose from the bed and paced around, unsure of what to do.

“You can’t run away from me forever,” he said. “Sooner or later, we will have to talk about this.”

“What if we just avoid it and go on with our lives.”

“Open the door, and we’ll talk about all that.”

Sighing, I ambled towards the door. Taking a deep breathe, I pulled it open.

Kyle was standing there with a beautiful smile on his face. I smiled after seeing it.

“Come in,” I said and stood aside to let him in. when he was inside, I closed the door. Then I realised the dilemma I was in. there was only one couch in Leah’s bedroom and it was clothes, papers and pens. The only suitable place for siting was the bed. It would be really awkward for us to sit on it given our history.

“Let’s go outside and talk,” I suggested. There was already tension in the air and I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Are you scared of repeating history?” he asked.

I chuckled. “Not really. Let’s go.”

We went outside, passing by my friends who couldn’t help throwing all kinds of suggestive comments our way. I just ignored them while Kyle encourages them. We passed through the back door and went to sit on a metallic bench under a small tree in the backyard.

“It’s quite cool over here,” Kyle said.

I nodded. It was cool.

“So why have you been avoiding me?” Kyle asked. “Is it because we had sex? People have sex all the time. I’m pretty sure you were not a virgin so I don’t see why you’re taking this too seriously.”

“I’m not taking it seriously.”

“So why were you uncomfortable with seeing me?”

“It’s just that I’ve never had a one night stand before. I don’t do casual sex so I had no idea how to act in this situation.”

“It’s just sex,” he said. “Besides, why would you call it a one night stand? I don’t know about you but I want more. I really like you, Lilly. I want us to try and see if this can work out. You’re amazing, and the kind of woman I’m looking for.”

“That was one of the reasons I didn’t want us to talk about this,” I said. “I was afraid there would be feelings involved.”

“In other words, you were scared that I liked you yet you feel nothing for me. Was it really that bad?”

I shook my head. “No, the sex was great, nothing bad about it. This is not about sex. I’m just not attracted to you that way. I prefer us being friends.”

“Here it comes. The friend zone.”

“You say it like it’s a bad thing. Friendship is good.”

“I’m feeling disappointed. I wanted more from you. How am I ever going to get over you after that amazing night we had together. I know that you can start to fall in love with me as time goes on.”Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Don’t talk like that.”

“Do you have someone? Cali had told me you were single.”

“I’m single, but not really searching at the moment. I mean, if I meet a guy and fall in love, it’s okay. If I don’t, it’s also okay. Having a boyfriend is not really important.”

After that, we both stayed silent for a while, lost in our own thoughts. I did feel bad for Kyle because I knew how much unrequited love hurt.

I had seen on the papers that Jake Rylland had gone off to some billionaire island for a weekend getaway. When I thought of billionaire parties, the first things that came into mind was alcohol, sex, drugs and music. I had seen so many documentaries and exposes about them. They were nothing short of wild.

Jake had kissed me and immediately run off to party with beautiful supermodels and his friends. It was a very clear reminder to me that I meant nothing. We were worlds apart and it would always be that way.

I felt angry at how I had let him use me. I had consented to everything that happened and even enjoyed it. That was the worst part. I would always crave his lips and never get to have them again. It was really painful.

I could relate to what I believed Kyle was feeling. Wanting something but being unable to get it real hurts.

“Do you really hate Jake Rylland?” Kyle asked after a while.

I turned to him sharply. “Why do you ask?”

“Answer the question.”

I chuckled and stood up. “I don’t follow orders from just anyone. You can’t talk to me like that while I sit here and listen. Listen here, Kyle. I don’t think the two of us will work. I hope that one day I’ll find someone and wish you the same. What happened between us was a mistake.”

“Yeah right,” he stood up. “I didn’t hear you saying that when I was inches deep in you.”

I gasped. “I thought you were night guy, but it seems you know how to hide that very well.”

“And I thought you were a nice lady, but you are cold and un-empathetic. How can you call what we shared a mistake?”

Without saying another word, I left him there and went back to the house. I ignored Leah and Cali’s question and went straight to Leah’s bedroom to collect my things. When I had everything, I returned to the living room.

“What happened?” Leah asked. “You look like a bat flying out of hell.”

“Too much drama” I told her. “I’m going home.”

I had just stepped into the apartment building when my phone started ringing. I dug into purse and pulled out my phone. My body stiffened when I saw the caller ID. Jake.

I stopped walking and leant against the railings to support myself and figure out if I was seeing things or it was actually happening. My finger hovered over the phone. In the end, I decided to end the call.

Now that he was done partying, he probably wanted to find out if that hurt me but I was not about to show him anything.

To hell with Jake Rylland.