Oops! My Kept Boy Is the Billionaire Heir

t arrangement before her unfaithful husband lan

e woman who had once been Camille's closest friend. Three years ago, Camille h

andsome. Attentive. If Frank wanted to make a fool of her, then she would

ssed in a perfect smile, bound by carefully defined ter

ith Cody for three years, but now, i

the polished surf

ures. A c

etched thin across the café window by the fading gold of the day. Her fingers, of their own acc

k Walters's flight would land

door chimed, a delicate

Upper East Side clientele. Yet he carried the plain clothes with understated confidence,

eyes found h

opposite her, the force of his prese

ered against the wood. Her movements were fluid, practic

s is the l

m. A placid lake

a beat, then slowly lifted back to her face. The warmth

forward, planting his hands flat on the tabl

is voice was a low rumble, laced with a

n cool against her fingertips. She took a smal

othing to d

eyes. He slammed his hand down, covering the check. The

s more menacing than a shout. "You thi

under his palm, a f

were clear from the beginning. Public compa

the perfect makeup, the carefully

f I sa

ears turned a

lain against saucer was sharp, decisive. It cu

e look down o

sound on the floor. She was alr

g and tucked them under her cup. For t

eclipsing the light from the wi

ut, clamping ar

s, Camille," he said, each

ed her a

odb

turned and walked away

onless, his gray eyes boring in

ustling sidewalk. The city noise was a relief, washing

l against her skin. She locked the doors. A breath she hadn

picked up the check. Slowly, deliberately, he ripped it into small, prec

hed a stray piece of hair, her expression settlin

the chapter titled "Cody" was alrea

into the river of traffic,