The Billionaire's Secret Midnight Obsession

e. Complete and

bleeding. Red digital ink slashed through every single

arp, rhythmic pain throb

The sudden movement knocked h

led across the cheap veneer o

mn

e before it reached her hard drive. Her chest heaved. The resentment she felt

vent. She ne

side of the desk. She opened her notes app.

omotional copy for the sports car. She compared the engine to a fera

A tiny rush of vindicatio

send this to Leo. Leo got her this freelance gig. Leo

eavy, dragging down with the weight of three sleepless

ext notification from her cousin Adalyn popped down from the top of the screen, flaunting a new designer bag. The sheer audacity of the message stung her tired eyes. Frustrated, Faith agg

resse

sounded in t

d. Her eyes focused on the n

son

e brand consultant Leo had pract

ompletely seized in her chest. The blood drained from h

e pressed down on the message bub

imit e

er button on the side of her phone, desperate to turn the device off

d, a banner notification

son

h of air. Her phone slipped from her s

braced herself for the block.

one eye. She tapp

re the engine's roar to a beast pant

rds. Her lungs forgot

He critiqued her unhinged rant as i

ver the keyboard, desperate to type an apo

a single word, anoth

reelancer Leo

apology. She bit her lower

ttaching a stiff, over

use, Emerson Beard stood by floor-to-ceiling win

eptible smirk touched

al video call. His neck was stiff. He was exhausted. B

finger against the e

nd. Ms. B's taste is stuck in the last cent

found relief washed over her. It felt like finding

reads like a medieval tort

d it. She clamped her hand over her mouth

, three gray

tied itself into a painful knot