My Possessive Billionaire CEO

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Alison's POV

•Two months ago•

I looked in front of me, at the vacant seat where Jacob was supposed to be, by right now.

Where is he?

I wondered out loud. I was seating in a secluded area of this high-rise Italian restaurant, I forgot the name of, yes Il Buongustaio, waiting for my fiancé to show up.

Fiancé. I still feel anxious whenever I call Jacob my fiancé. I don't know why? Might be because of the small butterflies in my stomach? Yeah that would be the reasons.

Getting back to why I was in an Italian restaurant waiting for my beloved fiancé, because Jacob called me from Chicago and asked me to meet him here. So here I was. Waiting for him for almost half an hour. I wonder even if his flight reached New York.

No one ever should keep someone waiting for them, not even for five minutes. Yeah they can if they face difficulty in their route but you should let them know why they are running late. And I hate someone who doesn't even explain why they are running late and keep people waiting.

Hatred was not the emotion I was feeling currently at the moment. Annoyance it is. I grabbed my coat off the table ready to stand up before calling the waiter when I saw Jacob entering the restaurant with a distorted look on his face. I waved toward him, masking up my annoyance toward him with a bright smile, and he caught my action but unlike always he didn't wave me back. He came toward our table as I took two steps forward ready to greet him but he put a hand on my shoulder gently pushing me away.

"I'm tired honey." He said, giving me a tight smile as he sat on his seat. I was hurt a bit because of his rudeness. But then again he is tired, and he becomes grumpy when he is tired.

"How was the trip?" I asked after he was comfortably settled down on his seat.

"The meeting went well." He said not willingly offering any further explanation. I just nodded at his uninterested face. He gulped down on the ordered wine after pouring it in his glass.

"So?" I asked, clearing my throat, bringing his attention toward me from the menu booklet, "you called me and asked to meet me here for what honey?"

"Right." He said, putting back the flute on the table. "This discussion is really important for both of us and our life Ali."

Where the hell is this heading?

I thought to myself as the man in front of me looked away from me.

"Jacob what's going on?" I asked calmly as he started fidgeting with his fingers.

"This is both our fault, not only mine or yours but I think we should call it a quit." He said, his words felt like cold spikes of glasses shredding my skin.

"What?!" I exclaimed looking at him gobsmacked. "I thought we were happy! We were supposed to get married at the end of this year! And we love each other. "

Right at this moment I want nothing but to shake some sense into him. What the hell happened to him?! How can he say that to me after asking me to marry him? We are engaged for six months already and now he is saying this?! If he was confused then why even he proposed in the first place!

"We were but we hardly spent any time with each other. I thought after asking you to marry me it will change, we will get closer as we were but that didn't happen. We drifted apart more than ever. This isn't how a relationship works." He accused looking straight at me, in my eyes. "You spend maximum time in your job with your best friends, and I have to spend months in other states, this is not how it works. I don't want a relationship like this."

Many emotions were swarming through my head right now; doubt, sadness, guilt and anger.

"Incredible." I exclaimed, giving a laugh and shaking my head while clapping my hands. "You are saying this after asking me to marry you?!"

"That was a mistake." He said, giving a regretful sigh. "That was childish of me."

White hot waves of rage washed over my body. I was cross, extremely.

"Is it so?" I mocked leaning over the table "Fine by me then. Pack all my stuff in that apartment of yours," Liar, my apartment but I was in no mood to argue with this knob head over a single apartment. Want to take that apartment from me go ahead and do that you arsehole.

"I'll pick them up tomorrow morning and I hate to end this in a ugly way but," I glared at him with a sinister smile. He visibly froze, gawking at me with wary eyes, looking for the even slightest bit of movement.

"The worst thing that I regret doing and will do for the rest of my life is accepting your stupid marriage proposal you muppet." I snarled at him as I took off the solitaire diamond ring, rather harshly off my finger before throwing it at him. I stood up from the chair abruptly and retrieved my coat off the back of the chair with shaky hands which was caused by fury. I snatched my phone and handbag off the table and marched out of the restaurant without looking back at my fiancé, sorry let me correct, my ex-fiancé for once. Everything was cold and dark outside when I successfully exited the high-rise building, in the dark lane. I slumped over my car door as the adrenaline rushed out of my body leaving me now in dread, sadness and pain. I gathered all my strength and entered my red Audi. I looked at the rear view mirror and saw a single tear escaping my waterline now rolling down my cheeks. Then another fell and soon I was crying more like bawling my eyes out. Millions of questions swarm through my head; why, what, how and all others.

What have I done wrong?

Why did it have to happen?

I really thought we both were happy but never noticed this huge break within us, in our relationship. I kept on imagining we were happy whilst everything was falling apart. Was what Xavier told right? Sometimes love isn't enough?

I loved Jacob didn't I? Yes I did. Or am I forcing myself to accept that?

"No." I whimpered out leaning my head against the steering wheel. All I want to do now is to fly back to England. After crying for a good five minutes I brought my head up off the steering wheel. Everything can be sorted out later on but where will I stay the night in? I mean I really don't know anyone except for Arabella and Alexander. Guess they are the only family I have here.

Before I could think twice about it I started the engine and was driving in the direction of my best friends' home.

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