The Billionaire Waitress
She glared, then bolted, her heels echoing as she fled past the glass walls, security guards chasing.
I sank into a chair, trembling, my cheek burning, my mind reeling. Another secret, another ghost. Justin knelt, his hands cupping my face. “Kayla, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know she was the leaker, or that she’d come here. That fling—it was nothing, before us,” he said, his voice cracking, his Paris affair guilt resurfacing. “You’re my everything.”
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