A Billionaire's Chase; wanting her back.

"Could this traffic get any worse?" I groaned in frustration.

I've literally been in traffic for an hour now and it's still counting. 

My phone suddenly beeped and my frustrations immediately vanished. It was the love of my life calling.

"You're missing me yet?" I said as I picked the call. 

"Miss you? No, I have better things to do." Noah replied and I could literally picture the smirk on his face.

I gasped and clicked my tongue. "Well, Mr. Noah Woods, I suggest you resume back to whatever you were doing. I'm quite busy at the moment too."

He chuckled over the phone and I can't help but smile. "I can't wait till I see his face again and watch him laugh," I thought with a cute smile on my face.

"You know, I'm lying right?" he said "Nothing, I repeat, nothing, is as important as you, baby."

"I know, I doubt anyone can tolerate you otherwise." I giggled.

"Haha, very funny. But seriously, babe, when will you be back? I'm dying here." he whines.

"Soon, my love and don't forget, I have a surprise for you." I heard him groan over the phone and it made me to laugh.

"You've been saying that for over one month now. Can't you just tell me already." I heard the pout in his words.

"Nope." I made sure the 'p' popped well. 

A car horn blasted loudly, reminding me that I'm still on the road. It was the car beside me, trying to signal to me that the line was moving. The traffic was finally clearing.

"Baby, can I call you when I get home? Traffic's finally clearing."

"No problem, Baby. Don't forget to call." he ended the call as I ignite the car engine.

An unconscious smile was still on my lips. 

I honestly couldn't wait to break the news to him. I touched my tummy, trying to feel any movement but I couldn't.

A few more months and I most definitely will.

As I drove onward, my phone dropped from my left hand to the side of the driver's door. "Shit." I cursed as I bent to take it.

It took me a few seconds to retrieve the phone. The car horn that sounded next was very loud. I raised my head right in time to see the trailer driving towards me, but I was not fast enough to swerve the car from the incoming trailer.

I watched, petrified as the trailer drove close, and about to crush me. My life flashed before my eyes and just before it collides with my car....

I jumped from my sleep, breathing heavy and hard.

"It's okay, you're safe now." I heard Maddie say as she lightly rubbed my back.

My eyes slowly adjusted to my surroundings and I realized I had dozed off in my office.

As my breath stabilized, I turned to give Maddie a soft smile. "Thank you." I said, patting her arm. "How long have you been waiting for me to wake?"

A sheepish smile appeared on her face as she walks back to sit on the chair opposite my desk. "Well.... Let's say I've been waiting for a while."

"I'm sorry." I said apologetically. This nightmare is going to ruin my life. But it's technically not a nightmare as it has happened before.

I rubbed the side of my left cheek where a stitched injury was almost done healing. It's been 5 years and my mind wouldn't stop replaying the accident I had encountered.

An accident that has cost me more than I can ever get in life.

"I think you should take therapy, Elina." I tried to speak but she raised up her hand, cutting me off. "Hear me out okay? I know you hate therapy but you need to find a way to conquer this trauma and nightmare. It's ruining you! Look at your face,"

I touched my face and realized it was rough. "It seems like you've not slept in days, there are huge bags under your eyes and your eyes look dull. I want what is best for you, Elina and as your best friend, I think you already know that. Promise me you'll go."

I sighed and nodded my head. "Alright, Maddie. I'll start therapy....."

I watched her grin as I complete my statement. "...right after this contract." The smile stopped from her face, causing me to laugh.

Maddie sighed, softening. “Just do whatever you want. But honestly, you've gotta stop letting ghosts haunt you, Elina. He’s not here. You don’t owe him anything anymore.”

But that’s the thing. I do.

I owe Noah Woods the truth.

I just never dared to give it to him.

Before I could answer, the door opened and our project coordinator, Amelia, poked her head in. “Hey, sorry to interrupt, but the client for the Block Estate just approved the final contract. They want to schedule a meeting this Friday at their office to go over the design vision and timeline.”

My eyebrows rise. “This Friday? That’s fast.”

Amelia nods. “The CEO’s schedule opened up, and he wants to meet the designer personally.”

Maddie and I exchanged a glance.

That’s… unusual. CEOs of multi-million-dollar firms rarely bother with interior design meetings—unless they have control issues or egos the size of the Empire State Building.

Still, I schooled my face into calm professionalism. “Okay. Send me the meeting details.”

As Amelia leaves, Maddie raises a brow. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

“Big-shot CEO wants to micromanage his velvet armchairs? Yep.”

“Sounds about right,” I smirk. “I’ll charm him into submission.”

Maddie grins. “There’s my girl.”

I laugh with her and for a moment, I let grief dissolve. I won't be seeing Noah anymore and I'm sure he's happy with his new life now.

It hurts bad that life is not with me but it's for the best. I've cost him so much trouble already. I hope he's got someone who can be less of a trouble for him. Someone who can bear him the child he so badly loves and wants.