The Billionaire in Disguise

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?