Free Romance: In Love With A Billionaire by Amy McAdams Page A

are.”
    Hearing those words, I just couldn’t help it.
    My ego came out from the darkness of my mind where I tried to hide it, and my mouth exploded.
    “Is that right? Well, go you go off then, you can leave right now. Take your scumbag clothes and leave.”
    I took the closest bag I could find and started randomly packing in his clothes from the drawers.
    “You’re not thinking straight,” he said laughing.
    But this was it—I was done.
    “Really? I’m glad you came out with it. I really think we’re better off separated than together, so take your things and leave. Let me live my life the way I want and let me make as much money as I want!”
    “But wait—”
    “No buts! Take your things and leave right now. I don’t care where you go, just get out of my house!”
    “Look…”
    “Nope. We’re done. Out!”
    I pointed my finger to the door.
    When I think about it, I was probably looking for this moment. I wanted it to end a long time ago, and this was my opportunity. We weren’t good together and I wouldn’t even entertain the thought of getting married.
    When we first met, he seemed motivated, energetic and lively.
    In reality, he was a drunken slob.
    After he packed his clothes, I pushed him off the front door, and then a strange silence fell on the whole house…a silence I haven’t enjoyed in a long time.
    I can’t say I regret breaking up with him, because this event helped me realize I had started walking down a wrong path and made too many compromises just for the sake of a love that wasn’t even there.
    So for the next weeks of my life, I was up in the air.
    I had no idea how the days passed because I kept my mind busy thinking of the things that happened to me…being happy for my freedom but sad for the time lost with Mark, a man who could not appreciate me for what I was and only saw the money I made.
    And he saw it as an obstacle.
    At work, my boss was busting my ass round the clock.
    As if the things happening to me weren’t enough already, he kept pushing me to my limits.
    Clara here, Clara there.
    After finishing work on Friday night around nine, my only thought was about going home to relax. I had offers of parties and dinners to attend but none of that interested me. I didn’t want to socialize, or even talk to anyone.
    All I wanted to do was collapse on the floor of my apartment.
    Now was time for rest!
    But I barely got through the door when my phone started ringing.
    My first thought was that it was Mark and he was feeling lonely on the Friday night. He’d better not be trying his lame excuses just to get back in my pants.
    That wasn’t going to work.
    Not in a million years!
    Fortunately, it was my mother.
    “Hi, Mom. How have you been?” I asked her politely because we hadn’t talked in a long time, and I felt embarrassed about not finding the time to call my own mother.
    “Hello, dear, I’m fine. But how is my lovely girl doing? I haven’t heard from you in ages. Are you all right?” she asked with a mild, caring voice.
    “Yes, Mom, I’m fine. Sorry for not calling that often; I’ve been busy with work and other things. I can barely keep my head above water. Is everything okay back home?”
    “Of course, dear, everything’s just perfect. And I know you’re terribly busy so I won’t hold you too long…” she said.
    I could feel her smiling through the phone.
    “C’mon, Mom, you know you can talk as much as you want to. Sorry I got caught up with things, but now we can talk the whole night if you want.”
    “No, dear, we don’t have to because you’re coming back home for dinner this weekend, and we can talk the whole night face to face. You know phone calls are not my thing; I want to see the person I’m talking to.”
    “This weekend, Mom? Like tomorrow?”
    “Yes, dear, tomorrow evening. You arranged it weeks ago, remember? I’m prepare your favorite dish.”
    Damn.
    I’d been so busy, I ‘d forgotten.
    Mom had called and told me she had important