The Billionaire's Romance

By: Holly Rayner

Melissa showed up, proving yet again what a tried and true friend she was. I avoided the subject once more about why I was out walking alone. She let it go, but I could tell she was worried. She was blaming Aaron even though she didn’t know him, or the story. I was afraid if I told her the truth, she’d really judge him. She stayed with me until my pain meds kicked in and made me sleepy. By that time the super had the locks changed. She also took the note the doctor gave me and promised me she’d drop it off with Max on her way into her own office in the morning. I went to bed at five p.m. and slept through the night.

The next day Melissa was back with Nadine in tow. She’d dropped off the note and Max had told her to ask me to call him. She’d brought me a new phone that she’d picked up from my provider the day before. She was amazing. I called Max and he was full of worried questions. I answered them all, hopefully putting his mind at ease. He insisted that I call him if I need anything.

My girlfriend’s brought lunch and I tried to stay upbeat although I hadn’t gotten as much as a call back from Aaron. Or maybe I did…I didn’t have my phone that first day, but he also had my home number…. I knew he didn’t know about the accident, but what about a “Happy New Year?” I told myself not to stew over it. There was always the chance he tried before Melissa brought me the new phone. I also told myself that for a brand new relationship, I already had too many doubts. I knew I needed to seriously re-think this relationship….after I was feeling better. I didn’t want to make any major decisions while I was on pain meds.

The next morning I was awakened by a knock on my door. I was still a little skittish so when I went over to it I stood off to the side and looked through the peephole. Aaron was standing there with flowers in one hand and a box of chocolates in the other. I hesitated, hoping he didn’t think it would be that easy. Telling myself that I needed to at least hear him out, I opened the door. When he saw the bruises and scratches on my face and arms he looked horrified and said,

“Oh my God, Max told me you were in an accident. Are you okay? What happened?”

“Come on in,” I told him. He handed me the flowers and chocolates and I thanked him. Things were awkward between us, again. I had so many questions, but because he looked so worried, I thought I should answer his first.

“After I left your party the other night I got mugged. The guy that took my purse pushed me into the road and I was hit by a car. My bones are tough…nothing broke. I just ended up with a few scrapes….”

“Oh God, Robyn…this is my fault. I’m so damned sorry!” Aaron dragged his fingers through his hair and stood up. I’d never seen him look so…distraught? He was always so controlled. It was hard to see him like that.

“It’s not your fault. I should have hailed a cab at the hotel….”

“But you didn’t, because you were upset…because of me. You don’t have to even say so, I know that it’s true. I’m so sorry. I was an ass. I get so damned focused when it comes to business and I don’t even notice what else is going on right in front of my face. I should have made sure you got home safely.” He was pacing the room and I reached up and took his hand. I know I’m a push over and I should still be mad about the way he treated me. But instead, all I felt was sorry for him for feeling responsible.

“Please don’t blame yourself. I’m okay. It’s all okay.”

He sat down next to me again and said, “I can’t help it. It’s true…if I had treated you better this wouldn’t have happened. Please forgive me.”

“Forgiven and forgotten,” I told him. All I wanted at that moment was for him to hold me in his arms. He didn’t disappoint, and as he pulled me close I could feel him trembling.





We sat on the couch and Aaron held me for about an hour and then he asked me if I was hungry. I said I was and he called someone…probably Jeffrey and had a delicious lunch of homemade soup and sandwiches delivered. We ate and Aaron insisted I go back to the couch while he cleaned up. I heard his phone ring twice and he took both calls in the other room while he was there. He sat back down with me for a half an hour or so and took another call. That was when he said that he had to go. I was stunned. He was the boss…the CEO for crying out loud. Surely he could take an emergency day off or two. Technically, he should still be in Belize so I’m sure that his executive staff could handle whatever it was…if he wanted them to.

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