Badgering My Billionaire Bully
“It was so stupid.”
“What was?”
“My plan,” he gripped her finger in his large hand, “I was thinking he’d go away, and I’d swoop in. I would go your father’s house, it was why I was there. I’d congratulate you on your graduation and offer to take you out for dinner to celebrate. I would flirt with you a bit and you would fall for my charms and then we would be together.” His swallowing was loud, “in my head, I guess, I didn’t consider it would hurt you. Arriving to your parents’ house, hearing the sobs as your heart broke, was like a smack to the face. The reality of the situation far outweighed my romantic fantasies.”