The Billionaire Wants Me Badly
I break down in the middle, tears cascading down my cheeks like a waterfall.
I feel weak at the knees, so weak that I will fall to the ground any moment. But I feel Elliot's arm tightening around my trembling body, silently telling me that he is here with me. Sanity has escaped from my mind. It's like I'm trusting my enemy more than my friends. Is Elliot really my enemy? After all, which enemy borrows his shoulders to the other to cry on, which enemy draws comforting circles on the back of the other one?
“Why don't they say anything? Why don't they know about me? Don't they know that it hurts? It hurts so much?” I keep wiping like a baby, without a doubt, ve already soaked his expensive tuxe