One Night Stand: The Billionaire's Secret Heir

ery step away from the elevator, a voice in my head screamed at me about what a massive mistake this was-and how the

balling faster than I could keep up. Tonight was my only way out, my one shot to fix everything. I can do this, I repeated like a

wear. The fitted bodice hugged every single curve before cutting off mid-thigh. A low, dipping neckline teased a hint of cleavage, wh

actually walk in these heels. I'd spent an agonizing hour staring

to hide the sheer exhaustion darkening my green eyes, and a quick swipe of nude lipstick finished the look. I'd even

ely different. I looked like a whore. But I couldn't afford to care about m

r past-due tuition notice from my university. That was when I stumbled across the online ad:

uck in my head. When I finally called, I naively assumed it meant playing

ip. She assured me everything was strictly private, with the payout scale depending entirely on the cl

ing myself I couldn't go through with it, that there had to be another way out. I was young, I wa

treatment-and the staggering cost attached to it. Right after, the agency r

screen was abso

past-due tuition, and finally let me pay back the friends I'd borrowed from. I sat there, staring at those number

ended badly, and between losing my father, watching my mother get sick, and drowning in the daily struggle to stay in college, romance ha

adn't even known until last night, when the agency emailed me the details crucial for

e night

ilent prayer as I approached

looking impeccably polished in an elegant black unifo

iss. Do you have

cing my voice to remain steady.

ds, her smile widening slightly. "Of cours

I realized I had completely underestimated what the agency mea

ors. Along the far wall, towering floor-to-ceiling windows framed a spectacular, dizzying view of the city skyline. Thousands of

n heavy gold leaf. Pristine white orchids bloomed from tall vases tucked between tables, an

n. Everything about this place screamed elegance and wealth. Even the servers moved with a distinct, practiced grace

the men sat tall in perfectly tailored suits, speaking in hushed, conf

of every single thing around me. The dress I'd spent an agonizing hour preparing for suddenly felt completely inadequate, and my h

ks. But then I forced myself to remember why I was standing in this room. I wasn

had been set directly across from one another, complete with folded linen napkins,

ortly," she murmured smoothly. "Woul

e," I managed to s

inly,

with my thoughts. I sat down carefully, smoothing the slick satin of my

ic washed over me as the reality of what I was about to do finally sank in. My heart rate spiked, hammering

at the empty chair across from me. When a waiter appeared and set down my water, I mu

ic kept drifting through the air, the guests kept murmuring over their expensive meals, and the waiters continued to

my gaze snapped t

en, I