In the billionaire’s bed - Season 2 - Episode 6

4 years ago

In the billionaire’s bed - Season 2 - Episode 6

Rebecca’s pov

Courage.
I summoned enough courage to walk up to Emeliano. I wronged him, I betrayed him. I broke whatever trust he managed to build between us. He was right after all, I ruined us. But something in me told me that it wasn’t all ruined.

Something may have changed between us, but I knew we still had something, I knew there was still a part of me that could still reach out to a part of him.
I couldn’t just let him leave like that, what we had was worth fighting for, and if he didn’t see it that way, I’d show him.
His door was left slightly open, my hand reached for the handle, pulling it open fully as I stepped in. He was packing his clothes into his suitcase.

Gently, I shut the door behind me.
Just then, he turned to me, his eyes studied me for a second before he went on with his packing.

Sighing, I moved to stand next to him.
“So that’s it?” I said, my voice below whispers. It was clear that I was sad, I wasn’t the slightest bit happy with our situation. I caused all this, but I did it with the most purest intensions. Why couldn’t he see that? What was so hard to believe?
He ignored me totally, going on with packing.
He picked up a blue T shirt, and shoved it into the suitcase.

I pulled the blue T-shirt from the suitcase, along with another shirt back to the bed. “I’m not gonna let you go anywhere.” I said, trying to look into his eyes, but he tried his possible best to turn away from me.
He pulled the clothes back into the box but I pulled them back out just as fast.
His jaw clenched and unclenched.
“We have to talk about this.” I said.
He moved away from me, to his wardrobe. He grabbed the few shirts he had hung up already, and moved back to the bed, shoving the shirts into the box.
I on the other hand, made it my duty to pull the shirts back out, in fact, I began to pull everything out of the box. When I was done, I looked up to find him glaring at me.
“What the f--k is your problem?” He gritted out.

“At least listen to what I have to say-”
“What more could you possibly say?” He asked, his look was as hard as the word hard.
“I’m sorry.”

“I’ve heard that one before.” He said, gently pushing pass me to the pile of clothes on the bed. He pulled the box closer to his direction, shoving the clothes I pulled out, back into the box.
Pressing my lips together, I pulled out the clothes he shoved into the bag.
“Stop unpacking the box! What are you? Ten?”

“I don’t freaking care, I’m not going to let you leave like this. We’ve come too far to break things off like this.”
“Get out.”

“Emeliano-”
“What part of leave me alone don’t you f-----g understand?” He glared, resuming his packing thing.
I pulled the clothes out again.
“Why can’t you just understand that I did this for you-”
“I don’t ever remember asking for your help! Neither did I remember telling you that I was incapable of handling it myself.”
“I just thought-”
“Yeah, you thought.” he said. Still pulling clothes into the box.
“I had no choice, Andrew was threatening me… I was scared of putting you in danger, Andrew is very dangerous- he has done things, terrible things to my friends and- I didn’t want to bother you with that mess.
“You didn’t want to bother me?” He asked indignantly. “Can you hear yourself? What do you think of me?” He looked hurt. “Did you really think I was too broken to comprehend any of it? To stop a psychopath from hurting the woman I love? Did you really think I’d feel bothered because I had it in my schedule to put you under protection?”

I didn’t realize my eyes going teary until I felt a tear escape my eyes.
“You pitied me to the extent of taking on a dangerous path just to protect me. You didn’t think I was capable of protecting you because I’m what? A baby who needs protection himself?”
“Stop talking like this please-”
“It’s what I feel! I feel hurt Rebecca, beyond your expectation. I’m not mad at you because you lied to me about Rafael shit. No- it’s far from that.” His chest moved quicker than normal. “I’m grieving because you think I’m not stable enough to protect you from that psycho douchebag. I’m angry because I let myself vulnerable enough for you to- to-” he didn’t complete his statement, he just looked down, settling in the silence for a bit. “We can’t be together.” He said.
I took in a sharp intake of breath, feeling his words shape into straight sharp arrows while they aimed for my chest.
“What do you mean?” I asked, hearing my voice crack.
“We can’t be together- look, I’m glad and thrilled that- that we’re gonna be having a baby together, I’m overjoyed in fact. I’m ready to take full responsibility for the baby. But we just can’t be together.”
“But why? We love each other.”
“You’re wrong. We don’t- and deep down, you know that.”

My brows scrunched in confusion. “Why are you saying this? Why are you- I love you Emeliano. I love you so much, and-”
“You don’t. You only pity me- just like everyone else, you don’t see me the way I-” he paused. “You never loved me, if you did, you’d have trusted me enough, you’d have told me about Andrew.”