The Billionaire Waitress
Was I running from him or from myself, from the fear that I’d never belong in his world?
My phone buzzed, pulling me from the haze. A voicemail from Justin, his name flashing like a warning. I hesitated, my thumb hovering, then pressed play. His voice was raw, cracked with emotion: “Kayla, I love you. I’m so sorry I let you down. That photo—it was nothing, a moment twisted by cameras. Claire’s statement, mine, they’re true. I know I’ve messed up, not being clear enough, not protecting you. But I’ll wait, always, until you’re ready to talk. You’re my home.” Tears fell, hot and fast, my fingers tracing the sapphire necklace, its gems cool against my skin. I loved him, through every moment—the
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