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42. Green Spaces And Red Flags
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One Night And A Billionaire Obsession 43. Cracks In The Wall
Michael's POV By the time the building emptied out at 5pm, I had been staring at the same file for ten minutes without reading a single sentence.The lights in my office were dimmed automatically during late hours, casting everything in a muted glow that usually helped me focus, but tonight, it did nothing. My tie felt too tight against my throat, my collar stiff in a way that made me aware of every breath I took. I should have taken it off an hour ago but I didn’t, because I wanted to appear professional in all the meetings I had.I told myself it was just another late night. I’d had hundreds of them over the years. Nights where work followed me home, where sleep was optional and discipline carried me through. Today should have been no different, but it was.I heard footsteps before I registered the sound of knocking on my office door. It was soft and controlled, I thought I was the only one remaining in the building, that everyone else had left for the day.“Come in,” I said, my
One Night And A Billionaire Obsession 42. Green Spaces And Red Flags
Kelly's POVThe park smelled like cut grass and sunscreen, the kind of late-afternoon air that made the city feel softer than it really was. I spread the blanket out under a wide oak tree, while Hope rummaged through the picnic basket like she was preparing for a small famine instead of a casual hangout.“You brought three kinds of hummus?” I asked, watching her line them up with exaggerated care.“Different moods require different textures, Kelly,” she replied without looking up. “Also, have you forgotten that Tessa stress-eats?”“Oh! That's true. You know it's been a really long time, so…” I said, as I thought about our friend who we met at college on orientation day, and from then on, the three of us had been thick as thieves. Until Tessa moved to Los Angeles with her college boyfriend five years ago and they got engaged three years later.“I was shocked when she told us she was back in Seattle. Do you think something happened? I asked her."I really don't know, that is while I p
One Night And A Billionaire Obsession 41. Three Is Not A Crowd
Michael's POV I got to Owen’s penthouse a few minutes early, an action I knew he would claim as a personal insult to him. The elevator opens into his living room, and the place was already bright and loud, like it’s been waiting for an audience. Music hums from hidden speakers, and floor-to-ceiling windows show the city spread out in gold and steel.Owen appeared from the kitchen with two wine glasses in one hand and a dish towel over his shoulder, as if he’s been doing actual work. His grin is wide and unearned.“You’re early, Why?” he says. “Are you sick? Blink twice if you need medical attention.”“Try again,” I answered, setting my coat on the coat closet, at the entrance of his living room. “Some of us can manage time like functioning adults.”Scott steps out behind him, sleeves rolled to the elbow, looking responsible as always, and he carries a tray of appetizers Owen clearly did not help prepare.“Don’t mind his sorry ass, Mike. He’s been in here threatening the stove,” Sco
One Night And A Billionaire Obsession 40. Pressure Points
Kelly's POV I didn’t expect the day to start with me in Michael's car and him sitting silently beside me on the way to a meeting. I expected him to be a bit talkative and asked questions about the documents and files I prepared for the meeting, which was what he normally does. But today he felt locked up in a way that told me he wasn't in the mood to be messed with. His hand rested against his leg, fingers drumming now and then, the only sign that the calm expression on his face wasn’t revealing the whole picture.The location for the meeting came into view quickly, and it was ANTONIO’S. An expensive restaurant in a tall building of dark glass and steel, its entrance framed by deep green awnings. It looked even more expensive up close as the car came to a stop in front of it. When we stepped out, a valet rushed forward, giving Michael a half-bow that made me instantly self conscious. Michael always drew that kind of respectful and commanding attention without even trying. But
One Night And A Billionaire Obsession 39. A Poor Attempt At Distraction
Michael’s POV Ryder texted me around the time I left work, which was at five in the evening. He was asking if I was “alive, functional, and wanted to meet for a drink.” I ignored the message and refused to answer, but by eight, I was restless and bored in my penthouse; there was nothing to do, and I didn't want to be alone at the moment. So I finally sent him a short reply, grabbed my jacket, and called my driver. It wasn’t just about wanting company, it was also because I wanted my thoughts to shut the hell up for one night. The driver dropped me in front of a high-end lounge downtown, the kind of place with tinted windows, warm gold lighting, and music low enough that people with money could pretend they were relaxed. Ryder was leaning against the entrance rail, hands in his pockets, looking like he had just come from a gym session, instead of spending a day in his office when I walked in. He spotted me immediately, and he didn't waste time to insult me “There he is,” he
One Night And A Billionaire Obsession 38. Borrowed Silence
Kelly's POV I got to the office earlier than usual that morning, because I didn’t want to sit in my apartment overthinking the week ahead.The office floor was quiet, the lights were low and there was no chatter. There was no coffee machine screaming for survival and I liked it that way, because I needed the silence, as I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone.I’d just set my bag down and turned on my desk lamp when I felt him walk in, before I saw him. Because he had that quiet shift in the air, the kind of presence that didn’t need sound.Michael walked in, and he stopped just inside the doorway like he hadn’t expected to see me there that early. For a second, neither of us moved. We didn’t smile nor did we greet one another, we just looked at each other.And then he crossed the room and slid a folder onto my desk.“I need these handled today,” he said.I nodded. “I’ll start right away.”But he continued standing there, which was a strange act.He didn’t move, didn’t speak. Inste
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