The Billionaire Who Called Me Boring

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ied, a bitter taste

zying whirlwind of

anifestation of the

th the demands of new life,

ears ago, how he'd called me "ta

was the "excite

nged, that he valued s

lly constructed illusion to lu

s when he spoke to me, was capable of such venom, su

table" stung mor

ability, reducing me to a convenient fix

kisses, after hearing that r

ispered felt like a betrayal

a cruel twis

mising the world, and I, fool

rt, and invited him back in, only for

ime, it wa

heartbeats fluttering withi

ed, a father who was still entangled with

nited within me, burning away th

t this

not be the quiet, f

be the "comf

ld be

ing breath, trying to

rembling, slowly

fied in my mind, co

leave.

there would b

open, Gage's familiar

ched, but my re

ould be short, brut

smile on his face, a bottl

my love," he said, obli

n my hand, the scr

flicker of something u

with my phone?" he asked,

id, my voice flat,

anished. Hi

stammered, trying

e unwavering, pinning him with

away, a tell-tal

bably to lie, to deny, t

d say a word, his

text. Fr

, his face a ma

aid, my voice shar

uttered, already rea

oesn't she?" I asked, a bi

thumb already flyin

eyes wide, a sud

id, his voice rushed.

red, the words tastin

room, leaving me standing there, shattered a

of his car engi

pled to the floor, the cold

hot through my

ther, an

nd a wave of dizz

h, a desperate plea

s. Please, no

ed, a searing fire spr

awed at

, but no sound came

as the champagne bottle, still upright on the desk, a