The Billionaire's Regret
“Deeply supportive for my healing journey.”
“What I’m saying is,” she tilted toward me, “Adrian is attractive in a brunch-on-the-patio, morning-sunshine, golden-retriever way. Sebastian is attractive in a two a.m. back alley behind a club way, where you know your wallet might vanish but you don’t care.”
I stared at her. “You need therapy.”
“I need him to walk past us one more time,” she corrected, shameless. “So I have visual material for my overthinking tonight.”