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Crash (Billionaire New Adult Romance)(37)

By:Vanessa Waltz


It was like I absorbed his depression and rage. He might have healed,  but I was still broken. I gave too much of myself to him. This happens  all the time. I always help other people, and in the end I'm left with  nothing. I'm empty.

In the kitchen, I started a pot of coffee, not caring about the mountain  of dishes piled in the sink, or the dirty floors. My stomach rumbled  with hunger, but I couldn't be bothered to fix myself breakfast. All I  could do was sit there alone and listen to the clock. Everyone at work  had the week off because of the holiday. I couldn't bear to listen to  another voicemail of my mother threatening to invite Ben over if I  didn't bring Will. I couldn't bear to tell her that he wasn't coming.

A surge of anger leapt in my chest and I decided that I was going to  send the mock-up of the website to Will. I wouldn't send a message, just  the image. And that would be the last time I did anything for him. I  was tired of being used. I charged over to my room and sent it to his  email. I smiled with a grim satisfaction as it sent to him.         

     



 

Then I just felt small. You're being petty.

The doorbell rang and I walked to the front door, having no clue who it could be. Astonished, I opened the door to see Jessica.

Luke stood beside her, looking unusually radiant. Jessica, on the other  hand, looked miserable. It was strange to see their conflicting  emotions.

Whatever. I walked away from the door, leaving it hanging open. I was  being rude, but I didn't really care about manners anymore. I returned  to my perch on the kitchen table and watched as Luke walked in a beeline  straight towards me.

"Natalie, we tried calling but it kept going to voicemail."

"I turned off my phone," I said miserably.

"Well, I wanted to thank you for what you've done for me."

I raised an eyebrow. "Um-which is?" I had no idea what he was talking about.

He bounced on his feet and gave me a playful smile. "Oh, come on! Uncle  Dominic gave me all my shares back. He said it was all down to you. I  don't know how you swung it, but I am really grateful." He stooped down  on his knees and actually grabbed my shoulders so that he could hug me.

I completely forgot about the bargain I tried to make with Will's dad. I  stared at Jessica over his shoulder, both of us sharing looks of  complete shock.

"Natalie, what's happened?"

Unlike Luke, she knew immediately that something was wrong with me. I  could see her looking at the dirty and the dishes. Luke's arms were  still tight around my back and it reminded me of Will somehow and then I  burst into tears, clinging to his shoulders.

"Natalie-what?"

Luke cupped my cheek and I pulled away, sobbing like a baby. "No, don't!"

He let me go and I collapsed into my hands on the dirty table, my neck burning from humiliation.

"Natalie," Jessica muttered, approaching me with a wad of paper towels. "Don't. Let me clear this off the table."

"No!" I shouted, almost angrily. "Just leave it! Leave it! It's fine the way it is!"

Jessica stopped with the balled up towels in her hand, looking frightened. "Okay."

"I knew you shouldn't have left her alone," Luke said in a sharp voice.

They began to argue, but I didn't listen to it. "Will," I moaned.

"Will? What about him?" Jessica asked in a soft voice.

"He broke my fucking heart." I almost wanted to laugh at how cheesy that  sounded, but it was true. It was absolutely true and I couldn't stop  crying. I took the wad of paper towels from Jessica and smothered my  face.

Luke stood up with balled fists at his sides. "I'm going to have a word with him!"

"NO!"

Both of us shouted in unison. I looked at my best friend and felt a rush of affection for her.

"I don't want to see him," I gasped. "I just want to forget him."

Jessica's hand soothed my back. "Okay. I'm sorry for leaving you here, I just didn't know what to do."

His hand tightened over his smartphone. He looked like he was dying to  call his cousin. I knew that he would the moment he left my apartment  and there was nothing I could say to stop it.

"Goddamn it. I knew this would happen. I knew it!"

Jessica and I stared at him. Luke rarely swore. He must be really upset.

"Natalie, I hate to do this but we have a flight to Chicago. We're spending Thanksgiving with his uncle."

My eyes widened. "Didn't you just sue him?" I asked Luke.

He smiled thinly. "Yeah, but he said he wants us to be a family again. I don't know, maybe we should cancel it."

"No," I said in a firm voice. "I'm happy for you. Just g-go." I tried  not to wonder whether Will would be there, too. Go. Just leave me here  to rot like everyone else.

Jessica leaned over me, in tears, and nearly squeezed my head off. "I promise I'll make this up to you when we get back."

I gave her a watery smile. "Don't worry about me," I said over and over.

And then they were gone, and I had nothing to distract me from my gloom.



The day before Thanksgiving, I finally decided to turn my phone on. I  erased every message Will sent me. As soon as I recognized his voice, I  deleted the message. One from his father made me pause.

"Ms. Porter, I'm calling because my wife and I wanted to thank you for  everything you've done to help William and our family. The visit was  quite a success and all of us can breathe easier. I don't know how you  convinced Will, but he's finally seeing a therapist. Please know that  you'll always be welcome at our home. Thank you so much."         

     



 

Yeah, you're welcome. Whatever. The next few messages were from Luke and  Jessica, wondering if I wanted to go out with them, thanking me for  what I had done, and the last dozen or so were a cringe-inducing series  of messages from my mother.

I can't ignore them forever.

I stared at the phone, willing myself to call them, but I couldn't do  it. I didn't want to hear their disappointment on top of everything  else. I'll just show up tomorrow morning.

The next morning, I woke up with a happy phone call from Jessica in Chicago, wishing me a happy Thanksgiving.

"How're things?"

"Pretty good, actually!"

She went on about how everyone was behaving well and I fought myself not  to ask her whether Will was there. "Well, happy Thanksgiving."

"Yeah, you too."

Her voice was a little subdued as we hung up the phone. She felt sorry for me. Whatever. I better get going.

I delayed leaving for as long as I could, but I knew Mom would be  furious if I showed up in the afternoon without helping her cook  anything. As I drove down the freeway, I tried to practice what I would  say to them. Maybe I should say that he wasn't feeling well. I stamped  my foot on the carpeted floor. No! I need to just rip it off like a  Band-Aid.

All thoughts of my parents' reaction disappeared when I pulled into the  long driveway and saw an expensive car already parked there next to my  Dad's Subaru. I know that car.

My heels clicked on the cement, the air catching in my throat as I  walked around the sleek Audi and opened the gate to enter in the  kitchen. A tall, dark-haired man wearing a beautiful suit stood in my  kitchen as my parents flocked around him. He came.

My mother spotted me standing outside, and I backed away in horror, hoping that I could escape back to my car.

She opened the sliding glass door and beamed. "Natalie! Your boyfriend just got here. Come inside, already!"

I never saw my mother look so happy. Tremulous, I entered the kitchen  and swallowed hard as Will turned around, looking immaculate and  gorgeous. He gave me a sad smile behind my parents' backs.

"Look at what he brought us!"

My father gave me a one-armed side hug as my mother gestured excitedly  towards the giant bouquet of flowers sitting on our dining room table. I  lifted my arm, which held flowers that I bought from Safeway. My mother  waved them off with a look of disgust.

"Oh, Natalie, why did you buy those? They won't look good on the table."  She frowned as she took them from me and searched around the house to  find a suitable vase.

How the hell did he find out where they lived? I shot Will a seething look. "You couldn't tell me you were coming?"

"I tried calling," he hissed back. "Many, many times!" His face shone  with a bright smile as my mother came back into the kitchen. He looked  good, as though everything in the past weeks had never happened.

"Natalie, why do you look so depressed? Do you hate coming here that much?"

I blinked. "No, Mom. Sorry, I just-"

"She's been busy with her new job, that's all," said Will.

"New job?"

My eyes narrowed. Thanks. "Yeah, they really liked my designs at Pardini Worldwide so they hired me."

"Oh, that's nice," said Dad, clearly not listening to a word I said. "So, Will. Tell me more about your job."

They talked as I moved into the kitchen and began to help Mom with the  cooking. I couldn't believe he showed up. I took the boiled potatoes out  of the pot and mashed them with more force than was necessary. Looking  over my shoulder, I snorted in disgust as they hung on every word Will  said.