The Billionaire and Me ✔

He what??

Chapter 7

Christian Price's P.O.V

I always knew I never forgot her. Hell, I couldn't even stop thinking about her for a minute. She had and still has my heart. My body can't function without her. I can barely breathe.

She is my life and I always thought I was hers. But I guess I was wrong. She cheated on me. But why? Wasn't I enough? What was it that she wasn't getting? I was whipped and crazy for her. Well, I still am.

And today when I saw her. It was like I was given oxygen to breathe. It was like I was given water in a desert. Sounds clichè. I know but that's exactly what she makes me feel.

I was never given the love and attention she always gave me. My parents barely acknowledged my presence. My mother was always busy in organizing some crazy ass extravagant party and looking like a diva. My father was always busy making money. And my sister, well let's just say she was busy ditching her boyfriends.

I was always alone. Well, I did have friends and the usual hook ups but you know what I mean. I wanted somebody to want me just for me. Not my money or my looks but the real me.

When I saw her for the first time in the school hallway, I knew I wanted her. And I thought like all other girls she would jump at me as well. But she was different. She proved me wrong.

And that's when I realized, I didn't just want her. I needed her.

She was reluctant at first and I expected her to be after all I was the school's bad boy and she was the school's sunshine. But she was my sunshine. And so, she eventually gave in.

We hit off almost instantly after that. There was nothing that mattered when I was with her. My world revolved around her. She was it for me.

I knew she would give me the love that I craved for almost all my life and she did exactly that. She gave me her love. She cared for me. She always made me feel special. She made me feel wanted.

But I guess it was too good to be true. So, one fine day I found out that she cheated on me. And not just cheated, but stole my money as well. It wasn't the money that I cared for, it was the betrayal that broke my heart.

I would give her all my money if she would have just asked. Everything was already hers why did she have to steal it when she owned it!?
She stole what was already hers. But why???? Why would she do that? To me? To us?

I wanted to hate her after that and trust me I tried but hating her is something I am incapable of doing. I still wanted her. But I was angry. And I had the right to be.

So, I threw her out of the house in anger. I wouldn't do that but I was blinded by my anger. The pain of betrayal was too much to take. I couldn't look at her. But I thought she would come back to me. After all she loved me. Didn't she?

But she never came. Instead she disappeared. I tried looking for her but it was all in vain. She just disappeared from my life. She left me.

And today when I finally found her. I was so overwhelmed. She still had the same effect on me. She was the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. And after 2 years she still looks the same or better if that is even possible.

I thought she would apologize and tell me the reason as to why she did it. But instead she lied again. I just wanted her to tell me the reason and I knew I would forgive her. I was that whipped.

But she didn't accept it. Instead she yelled at me! She said that I hurt her. But how? She was the person who cheated on me. How the hell did I hurt her??