ELENA
I had no courage to go home or to Joanna's house. My chest constricted as more and more tears rolled down my eyes. I sat on the riverbank, this time not hiding behind any large rock.
But I sat on one of them facing the river. In the quiet of the night, nobody would think of coming here anyway. I was alone, free to let everything take out.
I sobbed loudly, wrapping my arms around myself. More than the pounding head, stinging eyes and aching body, my heart hurt the most.
How could I let a man have such a deep impact on me? Especially when it was Devon Sanders! It didn't make any sense to me.
I shouldn't be thinking about him, or how hurt he looked back in his office. I shouldn't think how insanely handsome he looked up close. Nor should I think how overbearing his presence felt or how his eyes liked to glue on my face, taking in every subtle movement.
I shouldn't be crying like a heartbroken sucker for a billionaire who did everything to beat me in this battle.
