Billionaires Lost Girl

“Please stand up,” My voice cracked. I sounded cold even to my ears. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“But you're angry. And I've wronged you, Cherry. I toyed with what we shared. Let me make amends.”

“I don't remember you,” I met his eyes now and took a step back, away from him.

“There is nothing to apologize for because I don't know what you're talking about. You've got the wrong girl, Sir. I'm not your Cherry. I'm Elaine.”

He paled, horrified. “Cherry...”

“Stop calling me that. I'm not Cherry!” I shouted, rushing to the door. “And I'm not coming back to this place.”

I unlocked it and bolted for the elevator. He ran closely behind, calling my name.

The elevator doors closed off his shouts and I pressed the button that would take me to the first floor hastily, wiping the tears that had escaped the corner of my eyes. I hated myself for being a chicken. I could hear the sincerity in his voice, but I'd been so unfeeling that it was easy for me to lie.