The Billionaire Who Loved Me

older on his desk when

is a sitting area in the middle of the room with fancy art on the walls. Books line a floor-to-ceiling shelf, propped aga

g the folder and lo

ness in my throat. “G

he say

fee cup onto the table and push it towards him. Of course, I am doing everything humanly poss

ow it’s your favorite coffee. I mean, I should

offee was highl

ly a dozen feet between us. He leans against the gleaming surface and crosses his arms over an

’t need to get you a coffee. Think

ch p

it? All

hs, rubbing the b

ry. Here

my purse and dropped it on the table

ar out my desk now. But before I go, I would like to say, it’s

exac

the time he held midnight Zoom meetings, every night, for a month straight. There was also the time he made me come into the office on a Sunday because he didn’t l

ver thought possible. And now, as I go into

ore sharply. That fina

I squ

g,” he deadpans. “

me?” I sounded incredulous. I ca

m wasting his time. Like he’s got better things to b

et another calming breath

n Saturday. Not that you care about any of this, but the guy I mentioned in the video is dating my sister and I needed her not

of the both of us. I would like to k

is face. He is staring at me like I am an odd pi

y in which he mentions th

hat's all I can

lender fingers. His cufflinks catch the sunligh

y. That’s the only reason why I am going to let this slide. Any other day, I would b

rather cathartic.

ry benevolent

refrain from locking lips with mine next time. W

e

” I cleared

I had gotten for him. “Thanks for the coffee. You may go no

ht.

rned to head for the exit. But it seem

and M

s s

al on my desk by ni

eight fo

get right

is plastic as I

t me as I breez

and I had gone out of my way to avoid him all weekend. But then, I think about our friendship. Am I going to let this come between us forever? How am I going to sur

probably find a dozen things to criticize, but at least it will be finished. I sent a copy to Wayne's mail, glad to be done with it. when I finally make it to the 12th floor, everyone is already stationed at their desks, yelling jargon and making a billion pho

t?"

you had one hel

would

ce door flings open. Pete is my supervisor and direct boss. He’s pretty lai

ng his index finger in my d