Page 76 of Billionaire's Desire
But I have to keep reminding myself that I deserve better. I deserve someone who won’t blame me for things that aren’t my fault, someone who will love and support me through the good times and the bad.
A partner.
A father for my child.
And even though it hurts now, I know that in time I’ll be able to move on and find someone who will love me for who I am.
I have to.
It’s the only way I can survive this.
I am in the middle of moving one of the boxes containing my books when my phone buzzes with an incoming call.
A quick glance at the screen has my heart stopped in my tracks.
It’s a number I had saved after several visits from his lawyer.
A number for a man I only saw in pictures and videos, but never in person. Poppy was trying to introduce us. But strange enough our schedules were so different and Finn went on work trips a lot, that we never actually met in person.
A man who deemed me so unworthy of his time and attention that he sent his lawyers to hound me in his stead.
Finn Cole.
Poppy’s fiancé.
I wonder what he wants to talk about. I contemplate letting the phone go to voice mail, but on the last ring I pick it up. This is a man my best friend was ready to dedicate her life to, the least I could do is give him a few minutes of my time.
“Hello, Mr. Cole.”
He is taken aback by my recognition.
“Miss Fieldman. Meg… I mean, Maggie. Hello.”
“Hey.”
“Look, I am in your neighborhood right now. Do you think we could meet up and talk?”
How does he know where I live? Better yet, what would we talk about?
“Please Maggie. I won’t take a lot of your time.”
Bound by a loyalty to Poppy, I agreed to meet him in half an hour.
I take the time to shower and get ready, opting to wear an oversize crewneck and leggings. It is way too early but I’m still paranoid that my pregnant belly would show.
I arrive at the café and see Finn sitting at a table outside. He looks up and sees me and I can see the pain and anger etched on his face.
Trying to be as civil as possible, I exchange pleasantries with him before I sit down across from him.
We sit in silence for a few moments, none of us not really sure where to start.
Finally, Finn breaks the silence. “I wanted to talk to you about what happened with Max,” he says, his voice strained.
My heart sinks as I realize that this conversation is going to be just as painful as I thought it would be. “I know,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper.
Finn looks at me, his eyes searching mine. “I can’t believe he slept with you, Maggie. After what you did to Pen,” he says, his voice full of hurt and anger.
I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes, and I quickly blink them back. “I never would have slept with him if I had known who he was.”
