Sweet Submission: Love Me, Mr. Billionaire
When he saw us, he stood up immediately, a wide smile spreading across his face.
“Skylar,” he said, walking up to me. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m doing quite well, thank you,” I replied, genuinely surprised by his visit.
“I had to come see you,” Jason continued enthusiastically. “Cole told me the good news over the phone, and I immediately wrapped up my work in China and some countries in Asia. Took a private jet straight here.”
He was beaming like an excited uncle.
Jason reached over to the couch and picked up a medium-sized box wrapped in a subtle silver paper.