Chasing Mr. Billionaire

I looked outside when I heard the car pull up, unable to suppress a smile because I knew it was him. No matter how long I waited for him, it was always worth it because he came home. He was probably just busy with his work at the company. I wanted to greet him but chose to prepare the food on the table instead. He must be hungry; it was already eleven at night, and he was likely exhausted. I was about to wave when I heard the door open, but I stopped in my tracks. I found myself hiding, peeking at him secretly. It happened again; he had a woman with him. They both looked drunk, and I wanted to rush at the woman when she suddenly kissed Morgan. But I kept my fists clenched, knowing I had no right. I waited to see what Morgan would do, but instead of pushing her away, he pulled her closer. I felt my eyes well up, and within seconds, I was crying. It hurt to see them like that. It hurt to know what they were doing. I kept asking myself why he didn't like me. Was it because I wasn't pretty? Because I wasn't sexy enough? Because I didn't have a large chest or butt? Was I not attractive? Why did he reject me? If he wanted to kiss me, I would let him! But why did it have to be like this? Desperate, right? Maybe that's what happens when you fall too hard. I don’t know. Out of all the men in the world, why did I have to fall for him? I knew it was foolish to question myself, but I couldn't help it. Why did he treat me like this but didn't complain about other women? Even though it hurt, I chose to return to the maid's quarters. Unfortunately, I dropped my phone, creating a noise. I squeezed my eyes shut, feeling like I wanted to punch myself. I quickly wiped away my tears and picked up the phone from the floor. "Stop right there." I heard a cold voice from behind me, and fear coursed through my veins. I turned around slowly, bowing my head. "Sir, I'm sorry. I dropped my phone, my clumsy hands let it slip." I forced a smile, but I was shocked when he dragged me in front of the woman he was with. I wanted to ask him what he was doing but couldn't speak. His grip on me was so tight that my arm was turning red. But the physical pain didn't matter; the real pain was in my heart. "Look, Mabelle." He brushed a few strands of hair away from my face and gently held my chin. "This woman," he pointed to his companion before continuing, "is my girlfriend, so stop chasing me. Do you understand?" I stared at him blankly. His words echoed in my mind, over and over. He confronted me just to rub it in my face that he had a girlfriend? I quickly grabbed his wrist as he turned to leave. "Morgan... why don't you like me?" I sounded like a child, but it didn't matter. I needed an answer from him, a reason why he never liked me. Maybe if I heard it, I would finally wake up from this delusion and stop chasing him. "Do you really need to ask that?" I nodded bravely, willing to be hurt and cry tonight if it meant getting a clear answer. "Yes, Morgan. I want to know, please tell me. Is it because I'm not beautiful? Well, starting today, I'll make myself up! Not sexy enough? Don't worry, I'll start exercising! Because I'm not as smart as you? I'll enroll in school and study until I learn everything! Just tell me, please..." I hadn't realized I was already crying. I hoped for a change in Morgan's reaction, but his face remained emotionless as he looked at me. Was I really this foolish? But what could I do? I loved him. I loved him so much. "Are you that desperate? Listen carefully, Mabelle, even if you have everything you mentioned, I will never like you. Do you understand? I hope it's clear now? I don't like you, and I don't need to explain why. So back off. D-Don't change yourself just to impress me." I let go of his hand completely and watched them both go upstairs. His words felt like a punch to my gut. What right did I have over him? I admitted I liked him. But he never said he liked me back. Morgan had no responsibility towards me; I was the one who liked him. Sometimes, you can't help but be a fool. Like me, I became foolish because of love. Even though the reason I came to Manila was to work. I looked up at the stairs where Morgan and his girlfriend had gone. I smiled bitterly. His words stuck with me. I would never be liked by someone like Morgan Cyler Hodsson. Why did I even hope? My dreams were too high. I was just Morgan's maid, just a servant. Compared to his status, with so many women chasing after him, it was impossible for him to like me. How foolish, Mabelle, how foolish of you. I pinched my side and smacked my head. "Are you stupid? Just do your job!" I muttered harshly to myself. I took a deep breath and bit my lower lip. I felt like I was going to cry another bucket of tears. "I'm tired too, Morgan. I'm so tired, so very tired of chasing after you, Morgan."