Mr. Bossy Billioanaire and I
“I have to do this, Chase. It’s important to me. As to what happens with us, we can work it out—I need to think—”
He sighed, “Give me tonight.”
She’d give him the next fifty years of her life if she could trust him, but right now she couldn’t get past the doubt and couldn’t trust herself around him, let alone anything he said.
She needed time and space. Yeah, as if that would help ease Chase Johnson out of her soul.
He held up a finger. “One night, our last together for a while. Can you give me that?”
Words bubbled to her lips, empty, meaningless refusals about packing and winding up the local contractors Sell had used and saying goodbyes, but none of them spilled as she found herself noddin
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