Skylar’s POV I stare at my reflection for the hundredth time, adjusting my blouse like it’s going to fix the chaos in my head. Second day in New York. Last day. My flight’s at four. And yet, a certain billionaire has other plans, texting me. "Let’s talk over breakfast. – C.J. FORD" The message still glows on my phone screen, sitting right above Carrie’s FaceTime window. Her curls bounce as she chews cereal, eyes half-amused, half-concerned. “You’re seriously not going?” she asks, spoon waving in the air. “I don’t know,” I mutter, tightening the strap of my heel. I am getting ready, but denial is easier. “He’s a married man, Carrie. Married. And not just to anyone, to Amy freaking Stone. The Oscar-winning actress. If someone takes a picture…” Carrie snorts. “He’s Carter Ford. Nobody’s taking a picture. Trust me, men like that live above the rules.” “Exactly my point.” “Skylar, it’s breakfast, not a proposal. You could use a free meal before your flight anyway.” I roll my ey
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