Tryst with a Trillionaire - Chapter 17
Lucy thanked the cabbie and paid him on the app. Exhaling a breath, she took a moment before entering her building.
She’d just walked away from a man who had seemed perfect. Perfect looks. Perfect manners. Perfect lover. Perfect everything.
What was wrong with her?
It had been that stupid duck bag (which she’d wisely left behind). It had mocked her with its silent stare. She was just as guilty of accepting Conor’s money as he was of using it to keep her attention.
At least I give you my attention…
He was not wrong about her divided focus. She craved the attention her platform received. And she hated that. It might be responsible for her losing the best guy ever.
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“You are a troublemaker.”
Conor turned the duck to face away from him.
Hadn’t she liked the purse? All the things he’d bought for her? And beyond that, the time they’d spent together?
She was probably right about needing distance. He’d said something terrible about not having her attention. He hated himself for that. Even if it had been true.
He picked up the crystal-laden purse. Her followers were the lucky ducks, but he’d been the truly lucky one, at least for a little while. But he didn’t want to follow Lucy. He wanted to share the world with her. Experience things, side by side. It had felt like a real possibility as they’d gotten to know one another these past few days.
How could he break a habit that had been ingrained in him since childhood? He’d never wanted for anything. And because he’d been taught savvy business sense and wise spending, when he did buy himself the multimillion-dollar estates and fancy cars, it wasn’t a burden to his wallet. Yes, he lived differently than Lucy. But didn’t she desire—deserve—some of the luxury he could give her?
Of course, he’d tried the same with other women. They wanted all the stuff he gave them. And that’s when his heart realized he couldn’t play this game and have a real, intimate relationship at the same time. What Lucy wanted, what he wanted, was something that money could not buy.
Lucy gave him so much. He could laugh with her. Talk with her. Be intimate with her. She gave as much as she received. He could never put a monetary value on what they had together. That was what he desired more than anything.
He wanted love.
And yet, she had fled his arms. He shouldn’t have accused her of lacking focus. It was her job to record things and create content. It hadn’t been as constant as he’d made it out to be. And she’d abided his request for no photos of himself.
He pulled out his phone to text her but couldn’t bring himself to open the app. Maybe she needed a few days to sort things out in her mind? This couldn’t be the end, could it?
“Have I lost her?” he asked the duck.