Page 72 of Billionaire's Desire
“What about me?” I scream. “I fucking lost her, too. I lost the most important person in my life and no one seems to get that.”
“Yeah, well, maybe you should have been a better driver.”
The silence that follows his words is palpable.
How dare he?
How fucking dare he? After everything I had shared with him, told him.
If there is one person who would have understood where I was coming from then maybe it would have been the man I was sharing a part of myself with.
How wrong I was.
This can’t be the same man who minutes ago was confessing his feelings for me.
Tears are now freely slipping down my cheeks.
“I should go.”
There is anguish and panic on his face, but he does nothing to stop me.
To comfort me.
The Max that was holding me as I got sick in the bathroom less than one hour ago is long gone.
The man who stands before me now is a colder version of him.
“I think that’s for the best.”
Those are the last words he says to me.
Not,I am sorry for what my family put you through.
Nor,I am sorry you lost your friend.
None of it.
He is detached and cold, like the man who I met and almost wrestled for a bottle of Merlot.
This is Max Cole.
Brother of Finn Cole.
The man I knew is gone.
I can’t believe what just happened. My heart is shattered into a million pieces. I trusted Max, I thought he would understand. But instead, he blamed me for Poppy’s death. How could he say that? I loved Poppy like a sister, she was my best friend, and I miss her every single day. How could he think that I had anything to do with her passing.
As I storm out of his room and make my way across the yacht, I can feel the tears streaming down my face. I’m crying so hard that it’s difficult to see where I’m going. My whole body is shaking with anger and hurt. How could he be so cruel?
I make my way back to the room that I share with Hilda, and as soon as I walk in, she can tell that something is wrong.
“What happened?” she asks, her voice full of concern.
I collapse onto the bed, tears still streaming down my face, and tell her everything.
I am tired of shouldering all these secrets.
I tell her about the accident. How I showed Max a picture of Poppy and he recognized her as his brother’s fiancée who passed away. How he blamed me for her death, as if I were actually responsible for it.
