Trapped In The Billionaire's Bed

3_ The One In Which He Meets Dakota

Belinda lay on the floor, wondering if what she had done was the right thing. She wondered if she should have sought to hurt him so viciously.

The way he'd been looking just now, Belinda had never seen such a look on his face. He felt like a complete stranger to her. His attitude towards her was cold.

Biting her lips, Belinda prepared to stop the next wave of tears. She'd broken everything off with him and hurt him immensely, if that expression he had been carrying earlier was to be used as the basis for judgment. But why did it feel like it was her heart that had been broken into tiny little pieces?

At last, Belinda gathered all her self-will and left. On returning to the house, she sought her older sister to cry in her arms, feeling like she was the only one who would understand how she was feeling now. However, Dakota was nowhere to be found.

Disappointed, Belinda crept into her room and tucked herself on her bed. That was when her heart let down all the sorrow and she cried.

It was sometime before her younger sister, Mia, discovered her like that, and without a word wrapped her ten-year-old arms around her. Belinda snuggled closer to Mia and hugged her tighter, burying her head on her sister's lap.

It was sometime before her silent tears finally ceased, and Bee fell asleep

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In a little cottage where Stavros lived, courtesy of the Gibson family, the young man was staring at his bruised knuckles, which he had repeatedly rammed into the wall. There was an expressionless look on his face as he gazed at his hand, and occasionally his jaw would tighten as he remembered one or two hurtful things Belinda had said to him.

Stavros felt empty, hurt, and so utterly alone. He couldn't believe the woman he loved, the girl he so cherished, would set out to hurt him like this.

What hurt him the most was that she'd admitted to coming so close to him, becoming chummy with him because of his body. There hadn't been anything about him she had liked. Unlike him, who had adored every bit of her. The realization was like a bucket of cold water had been doused on him.

Grabbing his phone from the table, Stavros went through the pictures of Belinda and himself. They were several of them. Him and Belinda kissing in his cottage.

A picture of her putting up her hair in a ponytail, and smiling at him when she noticed he was taking a picture. Another one was of her smiling sheepishly at a tree trunk where she had scribbled their names with a little cute love by the side. He had thought it cute, so he had taken a picture. Stavros' lips curved into a bitter smile at the memory.

There were many more like this and in all of them, one thing was apparent. Belinda was happy. He just didn't understand it. If they loved each other the way they did; because she had told him she loved him several times, then why had she behaved this way? Which was true and which was false.

Trying to understand her was giving him a sudden headache he rather not deal with. Stavros gripped his hair and tried to call her, but her phone was switched off. Frustrated, Stavros flung his phone on the table.

It landed with a clank on the table and then tipped off and landed face down on the wooden floor.

Suddenly, the words roared in his head. With the same amount of energy and hate, she had used in conveying it. 'I hate you. Sex was all I wanted from you. Even though I knew you were no good for me, being as poor as you were. There was nothing you could offer me.'

Stavros tensed. The words, having the same effect as the first time he heard them. He felt so ashamed and felt so utterly bothered by the circumstances to which he was born. A situation he hadn't let bother him before. Which all proved the power she had over him.