His Hired Lover
I whistled, remembering the walk-in closet of a famous actress turned fashion icon, Miss Heart Evangelista.
My gaze drifted down to the floor-to-ceiling shoe display. Every designer brand I’d only seen in magazines was there—Louboutins, Manolos, Gucci, Prada. Rows of heels, flats, and sneakers, all meticulously arranged. I reached out, hesitating before touching a pair of nude Christian Louboutin pumps. The red soles were obviously unworn. Are these really mine? A cold shiver ran down my spine. I was in a stranger’s world, drowning in its lavishness. And I had no idea what I was doing here.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, snapping me from my thoughts. I pulled it out and saw my agent’s name fl
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