James couldn't believe his ears. He knew Betty well and she never gave up easily. He wondered why she suddenly accepted his rejection.
He slowly turned to her, searching for sincerity, but all he could see were tears and the pain in her eyes.
Guilt started to gnaw at him. He shouldn't have left her on her knees or made her cry.
But if he hadn't done that, she would never had left him alone. Betty was a persistent person, and she rarely gave up on anything she wanted. She had always been possessive, even as a child, which was why he had distanced himself from her.
He didn't want to become a toy in her possession.
"James, just one drink, and I promise that I'll leave," She pleaded, pulling a bottle of wine from her bag.
James glanced between her and the bottle, debating whether to giv
