My billionaire driver
When she opened it, he was standing there, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a paper bag.
“I got food,” he said, lifting it slightly. “But first, you should call your dad.”
She blinked.
“My dad?”
“It’s been two days,” he said gently. “He’s probably wondering why you’ve gone quiet.”
Her heart skipped.
Two days.
Two whole days of being drugged, chained, and nearly blown apart. And her father didn’t even know.
She forced a smile and nodded. “Yeah. You’re right.”
He stepped aside and let her move past him, toward the bed where she picked up her phone. Liam sat across from her, silent, letting her have this moment.
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