Zachary Dawson stared at his teary-eyed girl. What did she asked him?
“Elena…”
She managed to push him away and sat on the edge of the bed. He sat close beside her and this time suppressed his lust, to listen to her.
“You must only think of me as a toy. Don’t all rich people do that? Your feelings are so shallow. You only want my body. Once you’re done with me, you’ll just throw me away.” She rubbed her eyes, forbidding the tears from falling now. She had to maintain her dignity.
Even though Elena already knew that she also liked this man. But that feeling only hurt her more. She knew they were not a good match. They were different. She was not the same level as him. And he never put a single foot on her shoe.
So, She has to make herself and Zachary aware of it.
“Elena…” His deep yet
