💞THE BILLIONAIRE SECRETARY 👩💻
{He’s a sëx freak
She’s crazy}
By Mhiz Topzy and Anny Oluchi
Genre-Billionaire romance
Not edited expect some errors
CHAPTER 50
JAMES POV
TWO YEARS LATER
I sat in my cramped apartment, staring blankly at the wall. My thoughts were consumed by memories of my old life before Amy and I ran away. I knew I made a mistake by leaving everything behind, but I couldn’t bring myself to admit it.
My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. It was my father. I hesitated before answering, unsure of how to approach the conversation.
“James, it’s been two years since you left without a word. Your mother and I are worried sick about you,” my father said sternly.
I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. “I know, Dad. I’m sorry for leaving like that. Amy and I just needed some time alone.”
“Time alone? James, you’re just twenty one. You should have come to us if you needed help,” my father replied.
I could sense the disappointment in his voice, and it only made me feel worse. “I know, Dad. I should have. But we wanted to make our own way in the world. We thought we could handle it on our own and you guys didn’t leave us with much of a choice.”
“You thought wrong, son. Life is tough out there. Are you both okay? Do you have jobs? A place to live?” my father asked.
I glanced around my small apartment and sighed. The small apartment was situated on the top floor of a five-story building. It was a modest studio apartment, with a small kitchenette, a tiny bathroom, and a single room that served as our living room, bedroom, and study. The apartment was old and worn, with faded wallpaper and creaky floorboards that groaned underfoot.
As you entered the apartment, the kitchenette was to the left, equipped with a small stove, a fridge, and a sink. It was barely big enough for one person to move around comfortably. Above the stove, there was a small cupboard where they kept their cooking utensils and a few spices. There was no oven or microwave, and the countertop space was limited, making cooking meals a bit of a challenge.
The living area was a small square room that was furnished with a sofa, a coffee table, and a bookshelf that held all of our books. The sofa was old and worn, with a few holes in the cushions, but it was still comfortable enough to sit on. The coffee table was small and made of dark wood, with a few magazines and a vase of flowers on top. The bookshelf was filled with all of our favourite books, from classic literature to modern romance novels.
The bedroom was on the opposite side of the room, separated from the living area by a large curtain. It was a small space that barely fit a double bed, but it was cozy and warm. The bed was covered with a fluffy comforter and a few pillows, and there was a small bedside table with a lamp and an alarm clock. On the other side of the room, there was a small desk where we did our work and studies. The desk had a lamp and a few pens and notebooks scattered around it.
The bathroom was tiny and located near the entrance of the apartment. It was equipped with a small shower, a toilet, and a sink. The tiles were old and discoloured, and the shower was a bit cramped. There was no bathtub, and the sink was so small that it was difficult to wash your face without splashing water everywhere.
“We’re managing. We found some odd jobs and have been renting this place. It’s not much, but it’s something.”
My father let out a heavy sigh. “James, you don’t have to do this on your own. Your mother and I are still here for you. We can help you get back on your feet.”
I felt a lump form in my throat as I thought about how much I missed my family. “Thanks, Dad. I’ll think about it.”
We said our goodbyes, and I hung up the phone feeling more confused than ever. Part of me wanted to take my father’s offer and go back home, but another part of me was stubborn and didn’t want to admit defeat.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. My relationship with Amy started to suffer as I became more distant and closed off. I couldn’t shake the feeling that we had made a mistake, and it was tearing me apart.
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I woke up to the sound of rain tapping against the window. It was a gloomy day, but it didn’t matter much to me. I felt like everything around me was already dark enough.
It had been two years since we ran away to London. At first, everything was perfect. We were young and in love, and nothing else seemed to matter but as time passed, the novelty of our new life had worn off, and the reality of our situation had set in. We were barely scraping by, living in a small apartment in a rough part of town. I was working odd jobs to make ends meet, while Amy was still trying to finish her studies.
As time passed, I began to realize that I had made a mistake. I loved Amy, but I was too young and foolish to understand the gravity of our decision to run away. I had left behind everything I knew, and it was all for nothing. Our relationship had started to suffer, and I knew it was my fault.
I became distant, lost in my own thoughts and regrets. I stopped talking to Amy about how I felt, and it only made things worse. She tried to be there for me, to help me through wh@tëver was troubling me, but I couldn’t let her in.
One day, I came home to find her sitting on the couch, her eyes red from crying. I knew then that I couldn’t keep pushing her away.
“I’m sorry,” I said, sitting down next to her.
“James, what’s going on with you? You’ve been distant and moody lately. Is everything okay?”
“What’s wrong with you, James?” she asked, her voice trembling.
“I don’t know. I’m just… lost,” I said, looking down at my hands.
“You can talk to me, you know that, right?” she said, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“I know. I just don’t know how to fix this,” I said, feeling defeated.
“I’ve been thinking a lot lately, and I realize now that I made a mistake by running away with you. I miss my family, my friends, my old life. I don’t know if I can keep living like this,” he said, his eyes downcast.
I could see the wave of shock and disbelief wash over her. “James, how can you say that? We made a choice, and we need to stick with it. We can’t just go back to our old lives like nothing happened, after everything we have been through.” She said, her voice rising.
“I know, Amy, but I can’t keep pretending that everything is okay. I miss my parents, my old friends.” I said, my voice cracking with emotion.
I felt a lump form in my throat as I realized that our relationship was in trouble. “James, please don’t do this. We’ve come so far, and I can’t bear the thought of losing you,” she said, tears streaming down my face.
I looked at her with a mixture of sadness and regret in her eyes. “I’m sorry, Amy. I don’t know what to do anymore. I just need some time to think,” i said, getting up from the couch and walking out of the room.
“We’ll figure it out together,” she said, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze as she ran to me.
But I knew it wasn’t that simple. My doubts and regrets were eating away at me, and I didn’t know how to stop them. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had ruined both our lives by running away.
Days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months. Our relationship became more strained, and it was clear that things were falling apart. I knew deep down that I had to take responsibility for my actions, but I was too scared to face the truth.
In the end, it was Amy who made the decision for us. She sat me down one day and told me that she couldn’t continue living like this. She deserved better, and I knew she was right.
“I’m sorry, Amy. I never meant to hurt you,” I said, tears streaming down my face.
“I know. But it’s too late for apologies now,” she said, her voice steady.
And just like that, it was over. I watched as she packed her bags and left our apartment, the sound of the door closing behind her echoing in my ears.
I was left alone with my regrets, knowing that I had let the love of my life slip away.
