ENIGMA: Caught In The Billionaire's Game

WINONA'S POV. Age 26. As i stood in front of the large building contemplating whether or not to walk in,the rate of my heartbeat increased. Argh! Why now? Seemed like all the pep-talk turned their backs on me after everything. Bloody betrayers! I couldn't tell why i was so nervous, maybe it was the thought of being rejected and turned away by the only person that ever made sense in my life that pushed me to the edge so much. I stared down at the white envelop in my hand with uncertainty. Does he really have to know about this? But why did this have to happen now? Summoning the last bit of courage i had in me, i walked into the building whispering unreasonable nonsense, anything to keep my head from exploding. An elevator, and six floors later, i finally arrived in front of the apartment that belonged to him; The only person that ever made sense in my life. I put my hand into my small purse that i hung over my shoulder and pulled out a card. I inhaled multiple times to calm myself down. I smiled briefly as i recalled that this was an exercise he taught me to do whenever i was nervous and he wasn't there with me. Honestly, simply inhaling wouldn't do anything to calm me down. It was the thought of him, his face, his smell and touch that did all the magic. As i swiped the card over the door handle, it unlocked and as i entered, the lights automatically came on, and a loud "welcome" echoed in the apartment. "Thank you". I muttered under my breath as i struggled to pull off my shoes by the door. He always made fun of me whenever i said 'Thank you' after the 'Welcome'. He said i didn't need to say thank you all the time, but i just shrugged it off. Walking further into the large sitting room proved to be a very difficult task for me because i couldn't walk in without stepping on a piece of clothing, furniture, or some random object. Everything was simply out of place, and scattered. But why? Did he drink again? Or worse, maybe thieves had gotten in the apartment. For a minute, i contemplated calling the police before it hit me, this building was one of the most secured in the state. Even if the thieves had gotten in, there was no way they would have left successfully. I pulled out my cell in an attempt to dial him, when the door to his bedroom opened, and what i saw made my head spin three sixty. The blondie stood there in shock, but the shock on her face didn't measure up to mine at all!! She was naked except for the white duvet she had wrapped around her."How did you get in? Who are you"? "I should be asking you that"? I said calmly, trying so hard not to let my emotions cloud my sense of reasoning. "You are the one in my boyfriend's house, with nothing on except that duvet you have wrapped around you. I should be asking YOU for an explanation"? Well, technically he wasn't my boyfriend, we were just messing around, but i needed a concrete reason for being in his apartment. She scoffed in disbelief. "He can't be your boyfriend, he never mentioned you to me". "Who the f**k are you"? This time around i screamed the words loud enough so she could see that i wasn't actually joking. "My name is Addie Paris McKenna" She screamed right at me. "And the only reason i haven't called the police on you yet is because you look genuinely confused". A brief moment of silence ensured between us, but it was short lived as she spoke again. "I arrived from London two week ago, and i have been in this house since. I think it's you who has the wrong house". Maybe i do have the wrong house. I quietly nod my head in acceptance. "Sorry, maybe i really do have the wrong house". Another moment of silence but this time i didn't wait for her to break it again. I quietly dropped the key card on the counter closest to me. I stared at her ashamed of myself. "Maybe i got the wrong key too" This single encounter had me questioning myself, questioning my decision for the last two years something i never did since i got involved with him. He was the best thing to ever happen to me so i didn't regret anything i did until now. He said she was gone, he said she wasn't coming back. But there she was, his duvet wrapped around her naked body, the duvet he slept in, the same one we shared. What the hell? He lied to me, just like everyone else has. I couldn't deny that i had began to develop something for him, even though he stated that this was something of convenience for both of us. I should have kept my guard, i should have gone into this with my head. Was this his way of saying "f**k your feeling"? Or was he simply trying to prove a point? With tears in my eyes, i stared at the unopened envelop in my hand. "We are on our own now". I felt pained, and betrayed. I promised myself never to be like my mother, to never get myself into the kind of situation she got herself in. I knew that love got her into that, but i didn't truly understand what it meant to be in love. Now that i do, i wouldn't blame her. "Now i'm in the same shoe as you, mom. What do i do"? I sniffed. I might not know what to do now, but i knew one thing for certain, i would never repeat what happened fourteen years ago. "Me and you together forever". And i meant ever damn letter. But how did all of this start?