Trapped With the billionaire

e seemed to pause. As our hands touched, a jolt of electricity ran through me. His firm handshake yielded to a gentle, lingering kiss on my skin. Shivers danced down my

guilt washing over me in waves. Ashen-faced, I replayed our meeting, self-blame consuming me. "This is all because of me," I thought, regret suffocating me. Our meticulous presentation, flawless strategy and fervent passion-wasted. Determination ignited within. "We won't lose this contract!" I declared firmly to my team, resolve etched on my face. Racing downstairs, I frantically chased Mr. Callaghan. The cool air slapped me as I burst outside. His sleek car beckoned. "Mr. Callaghan, wait!" I pleaded desperately, grasping his arm. He spun, eyebrow raised, surprise flickering. "What's this?" "I need to talk to you," I urged, desperation edging my trembling voice. "Please, reconsider. Give us another chance." Mr. Callaghan's piercing gaze lingered before releasing his arm, dismissing my plea. "We've exhausted this conversation," he stated flatly. Desperation swelled within me, threatening to overwhelm. "Please, Mr. Callaghan, just one moment," I implored, voice trembling. His eyes narrowed slightly, skepticism evident. "Proceed," he commanded curtly. I poured my heart out, emotions raw. "That presentation was our masterpiece – countless hours, sweat, and tears. Our team's dedication, passion, and creativity. Don't let my mistakes sabotage our collective effort, our dreams, and our futures." "Don't turn It down because of me." Mr. Callaghan's piercing gaze intensified, scrutinizing my every word. "Why assume my rejection was personal?" I hesitated, shame and regret washing over me like a tidal wave. "My behavior was unacceptable, unprofessional," I admitted, voice laced with remorse. "I'm truly, deeply sorry for pushing you, for my thoughtless rudeness." His expression softened slightly, hinting at understanding. "Apology accepted," he said graciously. "However, your proposal fell short, regardless." Disappointment stung, frustration simmering. "Then give us another chance," I implored passionately. "Let us refine our presentation, address your concerns, and showcase our true potential. Our team's future hangs precariously in the balance." Mr. Callaghan's words cut deep. "Giving you another chance would be futile. I promise you, nothing will change." Desperation crept into my voice. "I'm sorry, please reconsider." His expression turned resolute. "I'm afraid it's a definitive no, Miss Wilburn. Your agency is off my list." I grasped his arm, pleading. "Please, Mr. Callaghan, don't dismiss us." He gently freed himself. "My decision is final." With a swift turn, he slid into his car and sped away, leaving me shattered. CADE'S POV My secretary's warm greeting contrasted sharply with my despair. "Welcome back, Sir. Any messages?" "Your mother called," my secretary announced, "and Miss Jessica is waiting in your office." Surprise and unease swept over me. "What? Why is Jessica here?" "She claimed you were expecting her," my secretary replied, her tone neutral. I entered my office, finding Jessica radiant, her eyes sparkling. "My love, you're back!" Jessica exclaimed, embracing me tightly, her warmth suffocating. I gently pushed her away, confusion and wariness etched on my face. "Why are you here, Jessica? I thought we agreed-" Her smile faltered, vulnerability flickering. "I came to see you, to reconnect." I sighed, frustration simmering. "Didn't you receive my flowers and letter yesterday? I thought I made my feelings clear." I received