(Tessa’s pov) I swear on my last functioning brain cell, kissing a billionaire was not on my 2025 Bingo card. I had a bucket list—a wild, chaotic, post-breakup checklist of things to do before I gave romance another shot.Cliff jumping? Yes.Drunken karaoke? Absolutely.But kissing a billionaire with abs sculpted by Greek gods? Yeah, definitely not on that list.And yet, here I am.After my ex-boyfriend Roman ghosted me like a coward in a Netflix thriller, I fell into what experts call “emotional hibernation.” Translation: I wore the same hoodie for a week, binged trash TV, and lived off Nutella and vibes.Sophia, my ride or die best friend, dragged me out of bed after weeks of me rotting in heartbreak over Roman (my ex, not the empire). It took a lot of persuasion from Sophia to get me out of bed… She yanked the covers off my bed and announced I needed to get back out there.“This isn’t a rom-com, Soph,” I told her. “There’s no hot rebound waiting for me at a coffee shop.”B
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