The Billionaire in Disguise
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I came home wanting takeout, a glass of wine, and Matthew’s arms around me.
Instead, I found him in our bed. With his secretary. Moaning her name.
So yeah, I screamed. I cried. Then I grabbed my keys, left everything behind, and poured my heartbreak into a bottle at the local bar.
That’s when I tripped, literally, over him.
He was lying in the parking lot. Bleeding. Barely conscious. Sinfully handsome, even half-dead. No wallet. No ID. No name. Just bruises, secrets, and a body that looked like it belonged in my wildest mistakes.
I should’ve called the cops. I should’ve walked away. But instead, I took him home.
Now he sleeps in the guest room and haunts my thoughts. He says he doesn’t remember anything. But sometimes, when he looks at me, I swear he knows.
Who is this man?
And what happens when the one man you shouldn’t want might be the only one who truly sees you?
Instead, I found him in our bed. With his secretary. Moaning her name.
So yeah, I screamed. I cried. Then I grabbed my keys, left everything behind, and poured my heartbreak into a bottle at the local bar.
That’s when I tripped, literally, over him.
He was lying in the parking lot. Bleeding. Barely conscious. Sinfully handsome, even half-dead. No wallet. No ID. No name. Just bruises, secrets, and a body that looked like it belonged in my wildest mistakes.
I should’ve called the cops. I should’ve walked away. But instead, I took him home.
Now he sleeps in the guest room and haunts my thoughts. He says he doesn’t remember anything. But sometimes, when he looks at me, I swear he knows.
Who is this man?
And what happens when the one man you shouldn’t want might be the only one who truly sees you?