Mistaken Identity: The Cold CEO's Runaway Lover

h a stranger, Aubree would never have guessed that this supposedl

ury hotel bookings, high-end restaurant receipts,

usands of dollars on VIP bottle service at a high-en

y was si

nting pennies to save for a down payment on their future home, he was out p

r air and settled deep in her stomach. Her fingers, lock

r own brilliance to protect his fragile ego, learned to cook and c

r sacrifices still coul

esitate. She

he'd been frequenting. His credit

hailing a yellow cab with a

art to a dog-well, then

er asked, his voice muffle

f the bar, her own voice s

c, and the city lights smea

sure constricting her lungs. Each b

h neon signs and the low thrum of nightlife. Aubree threw two tw

door open. Her sweet, gentle appearance did n

of the bar. On her way here, she had played ou

wreckage of his party: scattered rose petals, half-eaten

ile touched

mantic. He just didn't want

replied almost instantly: Pulling an all-nighte

t didn't go through. Her second attempt wen

out their impending marriage simply evapo

booth and sent it to him, followed by

an show. Her screen remained stubbornly

let out a bitter laugh and marched o

she raspe

ttle and a shot glass. The clear li

trail of liquid fire scorching down her throat and explod

sliding the empty glass

shot went d

lur. The sharp, tight knot of anger in her chest st

s, the murmuring crowd-everything melted i

der a fourth, a man suddenl

'm Julian

r glass. She slowly turned her h

r monthly rent. He had sharp, chiseled features, and a Patek Phil

the same despicable breed as Eldon-the kind of ma

h a dull thud and proceeded to pour herse

king, but grabbing the bottle and pouring for herself

ze, she furrowed her brows in annoyance. "Is this how p

t have the habit of showering every woman I meet with attention. I can

lter. "If you're not a play

s brow. "And what exactly const

and considerate, and knows exactly how to sweet-talk you," Aubre

genuinely

lind date? Was she trying to use a

sted. It was supposed to be a blind date with Sloane Kens

e the poised, elegant socialite described in her dossier. In f

rest in being so

rward, grabbing him by his expensive tie. She started to laugh, but the laughter quickly dissolved