“Oh God, no,” Constantijin groaned and then he was hauling me into his arms. And I let him take me onto his lap, let him wrap his arms around me so tightly they were like chains again---I let him do all those because, heaven help me, I missed this – I missed him – too much.
“Did I hurt you so much you started doubting your worth?”
Hearing him speak the truth – realizing that he still understood me too well – made me feel ashamed. I started to struggle, but all I managed to do was do what he wanted. He tipped my chin up, forcing me to look at him.
"I love you," he repeated harshly. "I was goddamn lucky to have you and I just wish I knew that before it was too late.”
Then he slowly let me go, lowering me to the couch as he twisted around to kneel in front of me.
I wiped the tears away and managed a smile. "Thanks for telling me that," I said quietly.
He smiled back, bitterly. "It's the least I could do, don't you think?"
“I think…I think you’d be wonderful for s-someone else---”
"No!" Constantijin's voice shook. "I'll wait. No matter how long it takes. I'll make you believe that I love you and deserve you."
"You don't have to---"
"If there’s even the smallest drop of love for me inside you, if you at least do not want me to f**king die…let me think I have a f**king reason to wait.”
Constantijin gazed at me, his eyes asking a question that even he couldn’t make himself ask.
And I could only gaze back at him, unable to give him an answer.
Constantijin laughed, and it wasn't a joyful sound. "I guess I better go then,” he said almost clumsily. A smile that didn’t reach his eyes twisted his lips as he came to his feet.
As I walked him to the door, Constantijin suddenly spun around, saying hoarsely, "Just please don't tell me it's too late, Yanna. Give me a chance, okay?"
I didn't want to lie to him. "Good night,” I said softly before closing the door.
Lesson #15
Your billionaire is not the only one who makes mistakes.
It was funny really, if I thought about how much I changed. Just a few months ago, if Constantijin had ever told me that he wanted me back, I would have forgiven him for anything. I would have been happy he had said those words, be f**king grateful for it even.
But now, Constantijin had said more than those words and it was no longer enough. Because now I was painfully sure of how much I loved him, of how much loving someone could hurt. And I just didn’t know any more how much I was willing to risk again for another shot at love.
December was upon us when my heart started mending, bit by bit. Life at the office was slowly getting back to normal, mostly because Constantijin was no longer a volcano that could explode any second. Nowadays, he was just…gone.
In the rare instances I saw Constantijin I couldn’t bear looking at him. There was just too much in his eyes for me to see. He was my Dutch playboy billionaire, and I loved him still. But it just didn’t feel enough now.
George’s arms stretched over his head after a particularly long day at work. It was only three in the afternoon, and yet it felt like we had been working for an eternity. With the year coming to an end, it was crunch time for Kastein Inc., and we had tons of contracts we needed to have signed, sealed, and delivered before everyone left for Christmas break.
“I need coffee,” George said. “Want one?”
I saved my file and got to my feet as well. “I want caffeine, too, but not the one from the vendo. We’ll give ourselves a treat this time and go for real coffee.”
“You just don’t want Mr. Fix It to rescue you again,” George teased as we stepped out of the office.
“Oh, but I’m always up to rescuing you,” a voice drawled from behind.
George and I froze. He lifted his shoulders in a helpless shrug as I glared daggers at him. Taking a deep breath, I turned around and smiled brightly at Drake. He still looked boyishly handsome, eyes twinkling in a familiar way. He had also been promoted this month, which technically made him my superior – in a distant way. “Good afternoon, Mr. Morrison.”
Drake rolled his eyes. “If you call me that one more time, you’ll regret it.”
I let out a fake gasp. “Are you actually threatening me? You, the guy who’s supposed to take care of me?”
But Drake only smiled as he fell into step beside me. “It’s still under caring for you – just in a different way than usual.”
Did he just…did Drake just promised something, umm, inappropriate?
When I saw his innocent smile, I wailed, “Drake!” even as George laughed.
Heads turned as we walked past people. Most of them were women, and I had no doubt they were probably gleefully thinking of ways to kill me for being lucky enough to be with two of the company's most handsome employees. The cafeteria was unusually full that afternoon, leaving us to crowd in one of those tiny booths at the end. I ended up squeezed between George and Drake.
When George left to buy coffee for the three of us, I had the urge to scoot away and place a few more inches between Drake and me – especially when he leaned close to me and said, “You look very beautiful today, Yanna.”
God! The way he was looking at me made me feel naked, like he could see through my lacy black dress. It had a high round neckline, long sleeves all the way to the wrists, and the skirt fell below the knees. Unfortunately, it was also skin-tight. Could that be the reason why Drake was acting more, err, aggressive than usual?
Clearing my throat, I said weakly, “You look good today, too.”
He laughed.
I glanced at him in confusion and caught on right away with the amusement in his eyes.
“Coffee’s here,” George trilled as he bent forward to place the tray on the table the same time I gasped in mock anger, hitting Drake’s arms. My elbow connected with one of the cups of steaming hot coffee.
The next thing I knew, Drake was hissing in pain as the burning hot liquid poured down on him, leaving a brown stain on his white polo.
"Oh my God, I’m so sorry!" Embarrassed, I quickly took a couple of napkins to prevent the stain from spreading further.
"Clumsy Yanna," George began to sing over and over.
I glared at him before returning to task. "I didn't mean it."
Drake gently pried my hand away. "It's okay," he said, smiling.
I started to smile back when I became aware of someone staring at me from a distance. It was Constantijin, and my heart squeezed painfully at the sight of him. Suddenly, I couldn’t pull my eyes away from him.