My Broken Billionaire

Chapter 39: Never Forget You

Nikolas POV

" Can we have the table in the cor-"
Annabelle hastily points to the table in the far corner, her skinny finger still in the air. "No, we'll have the one in the middle, thank you." The waiter nods politely, and strolls back to fetch his notepad and pen. Annabelle is not leaving this restaurant with the thought of another date in her mind. Otherwise, she's bound to spread the word that we're dating without hesitation, so I'll warn her before we return to work tomorrow. So she has no funny ideas floating in her mind.

As we walk towards the table of four, the sound of Annabelle's fake nails hurriedly jabbing at her phone's keyboard interjects my second thought. She seems frantic in her actions, like she's doing something that I shouldn't know about. Then again, all her actions have a bad reason, so there's no need for my curiosity at this moment. I shouldn't think too much of it, she's probably texting last week's f*ckboy.

" Aren't you going to pull the chair out for me? " Her scratchy voice appears sharp and shocked, emotions of surprise splatters across her features. A pout finds its way to her face as she grumpily seats herself with a sigh. The corner of my lips twitch ever so slightly, careful not to show all of my reluctance to meet her. Not that I care if she sees or not, but I still have to be a little cautious, otherwise I can class this business deal as over.

" Is there anyone else that's supposed to be coming, Nikolas? " Annabelle's negative tone causes me to feel a wave of satisfacion. Satisfaction of embarrassing her. To be honest, I am not normally this kind of person, but when people that I don't like interfere in my business, it's got to be done. Especially when they insult a close one of mine, in this case, Bells.

" No, I just wanted to imagine Bells and my mother sitting here, so it's as if they can hear your negative words and know what kind of person you are." As a scowl forms on Annabelle's lips, the opposite action is produced on my lips. The waiter breaks our non-verbal conversation, " What would you like, sir and madam? "

Thank God he didn't address us as something else, I would have internally puked if he did so. And that's not a lie. Annabelle straightens her crouching posture and adjusts her facial expression. " I'd have a Pesto, please."

And from the minute we finished ordering our food, she wouldn't shut up about her shit life...

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Isabella POV

The haste droplets of rain rip through the ferocious clouds. At this very moment, the clouds were tumbling around in the sky, viciously spitting out their droplets as if they are acidic. This horrid weather just compliments my emotions, which are full of annoyance and pain. My heart is weathering, tearing, shredding apart. He forgot about me.

Continuously, I knock and knock on the door, lifting the letter box, trying everything I can possibly do. But there's no answer. No maids. Nobody.
It's obvious, he has forgotten about me.

Seriously, how dumb am I to think that a billionaire has an interest in me? Not even a country boy has had an interest in me, let alone a billionaire. All those words Nikolas had said, were they even true? Or was it all an illusion to lead me on? Or possibly a prank? It couldn't be, he wouldn't do such thing. I know he possesses such a beautiful personality, with only a couple of dents and flaws, but other than that, he is the best person I have ever met. Although I haven't met many people, I would assume that Nikolas is the best.

I believe in him. But I don't think the feeling is mutual between the two of us. It can't be if he has forgotten about me. He surely hasn't fallen down to my father's level because he isn't like that. Nikolas isn't a bad person. He knows not to hurt my feelings in such a bitter and sharp way.

A hungry, grumbling engine snaps me out of my train of thoughts. It's Nikolas. I stay facing at the door, my emotions drenching in relentless pain, as if my heart is soaked to death. In my peripheral vision, I see him walking towards me, his footsteps as hesitant as his beating heart. He knows to feel such a way after what he has done. Making me wait outside in the lashing, bitter rain, with no comfort except for my thin coat.

" Bells, I'm so-" As soon as those futile words roll off his tongue, my words seem to never end. My heart is pouring out, being laid out under his nose. " Don't say sorry, Nikolas. Don't say it. If you don't have anything good to say, you are supposed to keep quiet, right? Yes, and as you have nothing good to say, you can be quiet. I don't want to hear it. You say you love me and then you leave me on your doorstep like a beggar. Like a homeless animal. How dare you, Nikolas, how dare you? I have nowhere to stay, so I will stay in your house, but you are not coming near me."

My sobs fill the moist and heated atmosphere, nothing but pain and negativity is in the air. " A-And I know where you were, you were with her, and you had the audacity to forget about me. Your so-called girlfriend. Y-You know what, you can stop with these nick names, it only brings shame to yourself and humiliation to me. Just stop everything."

I hear the clattering of his keys, which means he is opening the door to his place. I was waiting for the sound of his keys all this time, and now he comes, with shame glowing in his steps. His whole body full of shame. It's upsetting that we have to be like this, really upsetting, but it was because of one person. And one person only. Annabelle Perkins. She deliberatley wanted my phone number for this reason, and she deliberatley chose to be the secretary of Nikolas.

" Let's go inside," his voice is close to breaking, I can tell you that for sure. I know he doesn't like it when I'm upset, it hurts him inside too, deeply. But he brought this upon himself in the first place. He didn't stop to think why Annabelle really wanted my number, why she really wanted to be his secretary. Well, he's a rich man, full of dominance and power, women are bound to have feelings for him. Women are bound to be desperate for his money. It's simple.

Nikolas pushed the door open, allowing me to enter before him. He remembers his manners, that's progress. An almost everlasting sigh escapes Nikolas' lips, his fingers instantly fly to the bridge of his nose, rubbing in cotcular motions as if to relieve some kind of stress. What stress? Of me? Am I a stress to him? Not a girlfriend, but a stress?

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It's 11:35 now. We're both downstairs. Sitting in silence. On separate sofas. Contemplating.

" Bells, I didn't forget about you, she held me up. I swear, she was talking so much about her make up, she took ages eating. She ordered a Pesto and didn't even finish it because it had gone cold. Trust me, Bells, I wouldn't ever forget about you. As we both sat down, she asked why I chose to sit at a table for four, and I told her that it was so I could imagine you and my mother at the table, so they know how much of a bad person she was being. Please Bells, you know that I love you...and I will never forget you."

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