A Billionaire's chase; wanting her back.

"Could this traffic get any worse?" I groan in frustration. I've literally been in traffic for an hour now and it's still counting. My phone suddenly beeps and my frustrations immediately vanish. It's the love of my life calling. 'You're missing me yet?' I say as I pick the call. 'Miss you? No, I have better things to do.' Noah replies and I can literally picture the smirk on his face. I gasp and click my tongue. 'Well, Mr. Noah Woods, I suggest you resume back to whatever you were doing. I'm quite busy at the moment too.' He chuckles over the phone and I can't help but smile. I can't wait till I see his face again and watch him laugh. 'You know, I'm lying right?' he says. 'Nothing, I repeat, nothing, is as important as you, baby.' 'I know. I doubt anyone can tolerate you otherwise.' I giggle. 'ha ha, very funny. But seriously, babe, when will you be back? I'm dying here.' he whines. 'Soon, my love. And don't forget, I have a surprise for you." I hear him groan over the phone and it causes me to laugh. 'You've been saying that for over one month now. Can't you just tell me already.' I hear the pout in his words. 'Nope.' I make sure the p pops well. A car horn blasts loudly, reminding me I'm still on the road. It was the car beside me, trying to signal to me that the line was moving. The traffic was finally clearing. 'Baby, can I call you when I get home? Traffic's finally clearing.' 'No problem, Baby. Don't forget to call.' he ends the call as I ignite the car engine. A smile is still on my lips. I honestly can't wait to break the news to him. I touch my tummy, trying to feel any movement but I can't. A few more months and I most definitely will. As I drive onward, my phone drops from my head to where my feet are. "Shit." I curse as I bend to take it. It takes me a few seconds but I do. The car horn that sounded next was very loud. I raise my head right in time to see the trailer drive towards me but not fast enough to swerve the car from the upcoming trailer. I watch, petrified as the trailer drives close, about to crush me. My life flashes before my eyes and just before it collides with my car.... I jump from my sleep, breathing heavy and hard. "It's okay, you're safe now." I hear Maddie say as she lightly rubs my back. My eyes slowly adjust to my surroundings and I realize I have dozed off in my office. As my breath stabilizes I turn to give Maddie a soft smile. "Thank you." I say, patting her arm. "How long have you been waiting for me to wake?" A sheepish smile appears on her face as she walks back to sit on the chair opposite my desk. "Well.... Let's say I've been waiting for a while." "I'm sorry." I say apologetically. This nightmare is going to ruin my life. But it's technically not a nightmare as it has happened before. I rub the side of my left cheek where a stitched injury was almost done healing. It's been 5 years and my mind wouldn't stop replaying the accident I had encountered. An accident that has cost me more than I can ever get in life. "I think you should take therapy, Emily." I tried to speak but she raised up her hand, cutting me off. "Hear me out okay? I know you hate therapy but you need to find a way to conquer this trauma and nightmare. It's ruining you! Look at you face," I touch my face and realize it's rough. "It seems like you've not slept in days, there are huge bags under your eyes and your eyes look dull. I want what is best for Emily. And as your best friend, I think you already know that. Promise me you'll go." I sigh and nod my head. "Alright, Maddie. I'll start therapy," I watch her grin as I complete my statement. "...right after this contract." The smile stops from her face, causing me to laugh. Maddie sighs, softening. “Just do whatever you want. But honestly, you've gotta stop letting ghosts haunt you, Elina. He’s not here. You don’t owe him anything anymore.” But that’s the thing. I do. I owe Noah Woods the truth. I just never dared to give it to him. Before I can answer, the door opens and our project coordinator, Amelia, pokes her head in. “Hey, sorry to interrupt, but the client for the Block Estate just approved the final contract. They want to schedule a meeting this Friday at their office to go over the design vision and timeline.” My eyebrows rise. “This Friday? That’s fast.” Amelia nods. “The CEO’s schedule opened up, and he wants to meet the designer personally.” Maddie and I exchange a glance. That’s… unusual. CEOs of multi-million-dollar firms rarely bother with interior design meetings—unless they have control issues or egos the size of the Empire State Building. Still, I school my face into calm professionalism. “Okay. Send me the meeting details.” As Amelia leaves, Maddie raises a brow. “You thinking what I’m thinking?” “Big-shot CEO wants to micromanage his velvet armchairs? Yep.” “Bet he’s balding with a god complex and three divorces.” “Sounds about right,” I smirk. “I’ll charm him into submission.” Maddie grins. “There’s my girl.” I laugh with her and for a moment, I let grief dissolve. I won't be seeing Noah anymore and I'm sure he's happy with his new life now. It hurts bad that life is not with me but it's for the best. I've cost him so much trouble already. I hope he's got someone who can be less of a trouble for him. Someone who can bear him the child he so badly loves and wants.