One Night Stand With Billionaire

inst her skin, but she pulled away, stumbling back until the bar pressed into her spine. The m

d, shaking her head. "T

s eyes-desperation, maybe, or something softer, something hum

? Watch you die?" Her voice cracked on the last word, and she hated how it betrayed her. She

otten, its amber contents catching the dim light. "You think this is easy for me? To adm

ing. "You could have anyone. Models, heiresses,

culated billionaire was gone. "Because you're real," he said quietly. "That

ey'd danced, talked for hours, and for one reckless moment, she'd let herself believe he was just a man, not a headl

aid, her voice barely abo

elming. "Give me a week. Stay here, in my world. If you still

he thought of her mother, frail and fading in that underfunded nursing home. She thought of the debt collectors' relentless calls, the clients who'd

, her voice trembling. "But

of relief crossing

ng windows. The room was bigger than her entire apartment, all sleek marble and soft linens, but it felt like a cage. She c

considering the unthinkable: tying her life to a man who was counting down his days. Yet, as she closed her eye

ut like a five-star hotel. He looked different in the morning light, less guarded,

p. "So, what's the plan? Parade me aro

ach his eyes. "No. Today, yo

rs, analysts, even the janitorial staff, his knowledge of their names and lives startling her. He wasn't just a figurehead; he cared about

y hummed below, alive and indifferent. "Why do you care so much?" Arianna asked, pic

ve. My father built this, but I made it hu

f his jaw softened by the fading l

er gaze.