“Yeah.” I looked away from him, hurt beyond words. “Okay.”
“I’m sorry, Sarah.” He kissed my forehead again and looked at me with bleak eyes. “You’ll find someone else. Someone better than me.”
I ignored him and rolled over and he walked out of the room. I waited for five minutes before I allowed myself to cry. I wanted to make sure he had left the apartment before I allowed the tears to take over. I heard Jane knocking on my door after he left, but I was too distraught to talk to anyone. I didn’t want to talk to anyone. I just wanted to lie there in my misery and hate Harry Green for all the pain he was putting me through.
Chapter 17
“Sarah, we need to make a plan,” Jane’s voice was soft as she looked at my miserable face. It had been two days since Harry had left and I hadn’t heard a word from him. I was miserable and heartbroken and embarrassed.
“What’s the point? He hates me,” I cried out and turned the channel on the TV. “He’s right. What’s the point of love? It never seems to work out for anyone.”
“Sarah, you don’t believe that.”
“Look at my parents, look at your parents, look at frigging Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston.”
“That’s not the whole world, Sarah.”
“Name for me one happy couple—that’s not in a movie.”
“Sarah, you know there are hundreds, thousands, millions of happy couples.”
“Name one.”
“The Obama’s.”
“That we know.”
“We know the Obama’s.” Jane grinned.
“That I’ve met in real life. Who knows what they are arguing about behind closed doors?”
“Sarah, let’s go get lunch and come up with a plan.”
“There is no plan that can fix my life or my heart. I’m a loser. No boyfriend, no job, no money.” I sighed.
“Well, you have money.”
“I don’t want to touch the money he put in my account.” I frowned. “He hasn’t even called me, Jane.”
“It’s your money, Sarah. You earned it.”
“Yeah, on my back.”
“Sarah!”
“It’s true, I’m like Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman, only I never got the guy. So you know what that makes me right?”
“What?”
“A two-bit whore. The unglamorous kind.”
“Huh?”
“It’s not glamorous to be a hooker if you don’t get the man.”
“Sarah, you are not a hooker.”
“Not yet.” I sigh dramatically.
“Sarah.” Jane sighs exasperated. “Enough!”
“That’s easy for you to say.” I fall to the ground and clutch my heart. “I think I’m dying. Of a broken heart.” I fall flat to the ground and Jane steps over me.
“Let me know when you’re alive again.”
“Jane.” I jump up. “So much for being my best friend.”
“Let’s create a plan, Sarah. Look, you love him. You want to be with him. It’s worth a try, right?”
“But he doesn’t love me,” I cry out.
“He’s old, Sarah. He’s set in his ways. You can’t just give up at the first no.”
“If I don’t want to be a crazy bitch then yes, yes I do give up.”
“If only crazy bitches fight for the men that they love, then maybe you should be a crazy bitch.”
“Oh Jane.” I look at her serious face and I laugh. “Okay. What’s your plan?”
“We go back to the ‘How To Catch A Billionaire’ plan.”
“But I don’t want a billionaire,” I moan. “I want Harry.”
“I hate to break this to you, Sarah but Harry’s a billionaire.”
“But that’s not why I love him.”
“But you have to think that all the other women who have told him that they loved him in the last year were doing so because he was a billionaire. And if not all of them, at least half of them.”
“Maybe.” I sighed. I hadn’t thought about that before. I’m sure plenty of women had been trying to get him to commit as well. Just because he was all about being single didn’t mean that the women agreed with him. And I bet there were plenty who were a lot slyer than me.
“Not maybe. Definitely. He has most probably had so many women tell him that they love him that he is immune to it.”
“Poor Harry,” I say sarcastically.
“Really it is. Think about it. How sincere are most of these women? He most probably doesn’t know who he can trust.”
“Maybe.” I sigh. “But I’m not like that.”
“He doesn’t know that.”
“He should if he loves me.”
“Maybe he doesn’t know that he loves you.”
“Or maybe he doesn’t love me?”
“We won’t know until we try the plan.”
“Okay Einstein, what’s this great plan?” I sigh.
“Yes! I knew you would see the light. Come on.” Jane dragged me to her room and pulled out a book.
“Whoa, you’ve actually written stuff down?” I looked at the book as she flipped through the pages.
“Of course.” She grinned.
“Okay. So what’s the big plan?” I sat down on the chair and waited for Jane to tell me how to win the love of my life’s heart.
“Okay. So the first step is to make Harry fall in love with you.” She paused. “Or make him realize that he already loves you.”
“Oh yeah. That’s going to be easy.” I rolled my eyes.
“There are things we can do.”
“Uhm, what things? I already slept with him and that didn’t really help things.”
“Well you can go to his office and…”
“Oh hell no,” I interrupted her as my phone rang. I looked down and saw that is was Harry. “Shit, it’s Harry. What should I do?” My words came out in a rush and my voice was panicked.
“Answer it.” Jane sighed and pointed at the phone and I answered it with my heart beating wildly.
“Hello, Sarah Smith’s phone,” I said in a snooty English accent.
“Sarah?” Harry’s familiar drawl sounded distant.
“This is Sarah’s assistant, uhm, Eugenia Doubtfire.”
“Sarah?” Harry sighed. “Hold on, Sarah.” I heard him place the phone on the table and speak to someone in his office. “Lewis, the Carter contract has got to be sent by courier today. Tell them I’ll accept two billion, nothing less. Also, get the Austrian office on the phone; they need to speak to the minister of finance in Switzerland about the land we are buying there. I’m not going to waste another million in attorney’s fees.”