Lahat ng Kabanata ng Billionaire Alpha: Kabanata 391 - Kabanata 400

EricaSorrow threatened to suffocate me as I watched him walk toward the elevator. A scream lodged in my chest, burning me from the inside out.My pride wouldn't let me move, but my heart cried out to run after him. To stop him, throw myself at him and beg him to love me.So weak. Pathetic. Needy. Everything my mom wasn't.I turned and forced one foot in front of the other until I made it back to my desk. The large bouquet of flowers from Mitch was almost too much, but the gesture was sweet, kind. Poor Matt for having to see them. He had to be worried that I'd moved on after our weekend together. As if. I wished I could move on, but it wasn't going to happen for a while. No matter how perfect Mitch might be for me. I felt nothing more than an odd curiosity toward him."Erica. Is everything okay?" Joan's voice was soft, timid even."Yes." I sat down at my desk and looked up toward her as my eyes filled with tears. "No. Can you shut the door for me?""Of course, dear. I'll hold your cal

MattThe weather was a little bit more biting in Seattle than Texas, but it was good for me. I pushed myself hard, forcing my jog into more of a run as I moved down the harbor with the other joggers. Erica was constantly on my mind, driving me mad with the need to have reconciliation. My family thought so much of her, and I was right behind them, but she wasn't having anything from me. My indecision to call left me not even friend-zoned, but put into the category of a new employee that she'd never seen a day in her life."Tonight," I mumbled and turned to head downtown. Traffic was crazy, but it would keep me alert and aware of my surroundings and not let me dive too far into the hamster-wheel conversation in my head. Should have called. Told her you loved her. Asked her to be yours. Should have called. Told her you- "Fuck!"I jerked back as a car honked and skidded to a stop beside my thigh. A second later and the guy would have hit me. I glanced up to see the sign across the street

Erica"Dammit," I muttered as I walked into the darkness of my apartment. I'd promised myself I wouldn’t let him sweep me off my feet, and he hadn't yet, but it was a matter of time. "Yeah, minutes."If he wasn't everything I'd dreamt he could be over the last few years it would be different, but he was. Just because he had tucked tail and run the weekend before didn't mean he wasn't still that man underneath the fear.I pulled my dress over my head and changed into a pair of jeans, a nice blouse and black flats. A quick brush through my hair and touch up on my lipstick and I was jogging back downstairs. Annoyance at the fluttering of my heart rose up sharply in my chest. How could I so quickly forgive him?Because he was earnestly sorry. He wasn't a dick, he was lost but searching, just like I was.He watched me like a hawk as I walked toward the car. It's the way I'd wanted him to look at me since meeting me.What about Mitch?"What about Mitch?" I snorted and reached for the car do

MattTaking her home the night before was like stabbing myself in the chest. It was my fault that she wasn't staying, and not that I blamed her one bit, but it didn't deaden the pain of watching her walk into her apartment alone. She didn't even look back. I spent Saturday working on the portrait just to keep myself from slipping into depression or eating everything in the house, which wasn't much. I was grateful for Sunday showing up fast. It gave me a chance to at least see her."And today is a new day." I mumbled in my car as I sat in the parking lot of the yoga place. I pulled down the mirror above my head and lifted my eyebrow playfully before smiling. I could do this. I could win her back, and I would."You coming?" A knock at my window caused me to stiffen.Lanie. Erica's best friend.I got out and smiled. "I am. Did she tell you that I was up for an afternoon of torture and couldn't imagine letting anyone else share it with me besides you?"She laughed and ran her fingers thro

Erica"You want a salad?" I leaned into the living room an hour later to find Matt cuddled up on the couch with Zek. How I had gone from not being sure that I was going to let him back into my life to agreeing (non-verbally) to let him stay the night was a mystery to me."I'd love one. You want my help?" He glanced up and smiled.He so belonged right there on my couch, in the middle of my living room. Much like he belonged in the center of my world. Scary enough, if I wasn't careful, that world would quickly come to rotate around him. That was never a good place to be, especially not with a 'runner' on my hands."No. You stay there. I'll get it." I worked to chop up a few things and made both of us big chef salads before setting the table and calling him over.He moved up behind me and ran his hands over my shoulders and down my arms. "You still haven't accepted my apology.""I'm trying to work through all of that." I stifled a moan as he leaned down and pressed his mouth to the side