Page 49 of Playing Games with My Billionaire

Lindsey

AftermyconversationwithKen, I was certain I wouldn't hear from him again. The fact that he had come to me in a sober state and I had without fear told him off, should have made this a different experience for him.

I’ve been done with Ken for a while. Let’s call it official, as of this minute!

One bad chapter does not mean your story is over, girl. Didn't some famous person say that once?

Time to move on.

Moving on meant going to Trev and expressing my feelings for him, irrespective of his imminent fatherhood, my past troubles with Ken, and my present struggles with the Lodge.

I started to think of how he had left without saying a word to me, not even leaving a note.

Well, you weren’t open to talking to him at the time, so blame yourself!

I kept thinking about how similar we were. Both driven to succeed. Both independent-minded. Both had lost one or both parents in our teens. Both tuned in to business.

Business?! You're well on the way to losing your business, woman. You have one more week before the bank starts banging on your door.

And then I thought about how different we were. Apparently, he’s filthy rich! I definitely am not. He gets to speak to his mama whenever he wants. I obviously can no longer do that. He grew up in the big city; I'm a small-town girl.

I wanted Trev. I didn't care about the woman who was carrying his child. I knew how I felt about him, and a huge part of me strongly believed that he felt the same way.

That afternoon, when I went to Trev's room, I took one of the shirts he left behind and held it close to my chest. But it had been far too long, and his fragrance had almost faded completely from it. I dreaded what would happen when I could no longer remember his sweet fragrance or his face. What then would I have to hold on to? What will happen when my memory fails me and I can barely remember his face? What then will become of me?

The image of him standing naked by the bed, hard and ready for pleasure, came vividly to mind. It hurt me to think I would never see his perfectly luscious, strong body again. Never feel his gentle hands on my skin …

I looked at his empty desk and remembered the first morning I spent with him. How his body filled the chair. His broad shoulders and powerful legs making the chair look shaky, indeed! And how he smiled at me that morning.

I missed the serious expression he had whenever he worked.

I wondered if he missed me as much as I missed him. The thought of him being with Lauren in the same way he was with me pained me more than I was willing to admit. I wanted to be the only woman in his life, but I knew that wasn't possible.

The thought of being something of a passing fling to him came to mind.

He’s already forgotten me.

I heard the news of the new game launching, but I refused to try it out. He should have called to thank me for the game! The angry idea crossed my mind. It was my idea that came to life, and for a moment I thought with a burst of anger how nervy he was to declare the game was his creation and his alone!

But that bubble of anger burst very quickly in face of how much I missed him.

That he never called or congratulated me about it made me feel even more insignificant.

So much for not stealing people's ideas.

I should be angry, but I just shrugged.

Used for sex. Used to make millions.

And yet, Trev was the first man to make me feel special and who had given me so much sexual attention.

You’re not in love. You’re in lust. He flicked a switch in you, and no one’s here to turn it off.

I was still in the room when I heard the bell downstairs ringing. I reluctantly left Trev’s room and went downstairs to see to my new guest.

The guest was a man in a suit. He had his back to me as I came down the stairs, but I instantly recognized those broad shoulders. There was no mistaking it—Trev! The sweet familiar aftershave was the second thing that gave him away.

It was my first time seeing him in corporate attire.

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