The Weight of Us: A Billionaire Romance Story

into the plush carpet. I know I shouldn't let this get to me-I shouldn't care what Adri

e to entertain so

ne to grab a report from his office when I heard him speaking on the phone. I hadn't m

are? She won't

to keep the bitterness from spilling out.

s how he sees me, let's see how

sly composed in his dark suit. His sharp gaze flicks to me, re

arrogant as

brow. "Good morn

ice low and sharp. "I heard you last

his briefcase down. "Y

t a humorless laugh. "You called me a char

he doesn't apologize. "You w

ine to talk about me like that

ain before he can respo

her curves perfectly. Everything about her is polished-glossy hair, flawl

, but I keep my

up to him and places a hand on his chest, her manicured

don't even exis

me knows I shouldn't care-Adrian and I aren't anything. But that doesn'

't kiss

ation and something else-something unreadable. His gaze f

ecessary," he

umpy." And then, as if just noticin

aking me in for the first time, before she

ipping with mock sweetness. "I didn'

le

linch. I know exactly what she wants-to see me

her n

ips. "That's funny," I say smoothly. "Because

's smirk

Adrian exhales sharply, almost lik

sem

ere?" I ask, feigning boredom. "That's surprising. I thought y

ace d

flicker across his face. His gaze sharpens

just a seco

ira

t. Without another word, I turn o

a chari

one in a month, I'll make damn su