Eleanor stood outside his penthouse, in a tight red dress.
"Lucas… I made a mistake."
He glanced at her, unmoved. "You're standing on my doormat like a delivery package. Should I return you to sender?"
Her lips trembled.
"I regret everything…"
Lucas leaned closer, his voice a whisper of ice.
"You only regret losing a billionaire."
And then he shut the door in her face.