Dalia’s POV I froze, staring down at the man now sprawled on the floor like a fallen tree. Oh. My. God. Did he just… pass out? For a second, I just stood there—mouth slightly open, brain buffering. Then panic kicked in. “Sir?” I whispered, poking his shoulder with one finger. No response. Oh no. Oh no no no. Was I about to go to jail for accidentally killing a drunk billionaire with my presence? He groaned, turning his head slightly. Okay, thank God, still alive. Just… unconscious. I knelt beside him, not sure if I should drag him, shake him, or call 911—or Jessie—or maybe my mom. Why does adulting never prepare you for this kind of situation?! “Sir, can you hear me?” I tried again, giving him a light tap on the cheek. His skin was warm. And his face—wow, up close, he looked like trouble dressed in expensive cologne and bad decisions. Sharp jawline, lashes too long for a man, and lips that looked like they could either insult you or kiss you, no in
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