Page 43 of Playing Games with My Billionaire

Oh, but it was hard not talking to him! After he left the kitchen, I wanted to go to his room to deliver breakfast to him and stay in his room with him, as I had gotten used to doing. I wanted to talk, and talk with him, as we have done loads of times.

Stubborn woman!

I was worried that he hadn't had anything to eat all day, but then thought of it as punishment for the pain he caused me.

Petty, tsk, tsk, tsk. Very small of you, girl!

I decided I was going to talk to him at dinnertime.

I didn't know when he returned from his outing. I had left the reception desk vacant as no customers were expected. I went to my room and soon fell asleep for an afternoon nap. I hadn't gotten much rest the night before. I had cried till the late hours of the night. I was far from well rested.

Since I just had Bryan and Sherry to cook dinner for, I wasn't all too worried about the timing. Sherry was flexible. I woke up sometime past five. The lodge was awfully quiet. Usually I enjoyed the peace, but now I felt alone.

I walked to Trev's room. I was about to knock, but decided to prepare dinner first and use that as an excuse to go to him. When I was done, I put Bryan and Sherry's in the fridge, as neither of them were around. I dished Trev's out and carried it to his room.

I knocked and waited for a few seconds, but got no reply. I did it again, but still the same. After the third try, I assumed he wasn't back yet and decided to drop the food in his room for him. I checked to see if the door was locked, in which case I would be needing the spare key.

The damned spare key that barracuda Lauren found!

I was surprised to find the door unlocked.

I went in, and what I saw broke me. His unmade bed and empty workstation told me what I was afraid of. I placed the tray on his cleared desk, and I rushed to the closet.

Hmmm, why are his clothes all still here?

He was done here? He’s returned to his life in the city.

Was this as a result of me not talking to him? Or did he leave to be a father to his child?Oh, no—maybe he went to his mama?!

I didn’t want to think he’d had an emergency with his mom.

So many questions! Why did we leave so many questions between us? Sure, we were new acquaintances. We were new lovers, for that matter.

I swear, if he comes back, I will never refuse to talk to him again! No matter what, we will communicate!

All I knew was that he was gone, and it hurt like hell.

I suddenly became light-headed; I took a few steps back and landed my butt on the bed. I touched the sheets, and memories of the steamy, orgasmic nights we had in this room flooded my mind. It dawned on me that it was never going to happen again, that I was never going to feel his warmth against my skin again. I had no idea when the tears trickled down my face.

I curled myself into a ball on the bed and bawled my eyes out. Right on his unmade bed.

You were acting like a jealous schoolgirl toward him, you dolt! No guy likes that—at the very least, it makes them uncomfortable.

And at the very worst, they leave you.

Where did all my people smarts go?

I blamed myself for Trev's leaving. I wished I had not been so quick to push him away.

I slept in Trev's room that night. I woke up the next morning wishing the previous day was all a nightmare, but the empty room was my harsh reality. I stayed in bed for the longest time, not having any gumption to start the day. Everything felt meaningless.

I looked at the food tray on the desk.

Will he miss my cooking?

From how he cleared his plates, I knew he enjoyed the food.

“Simple food, traditional stuff—but with an extra something. That secret ingredient.”When I asked my mom what direction I should take my culinary studies, that’s what she said.

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