The Billionaire Waitress
Was their laughter too easy?
By closing time, as I untied my apron and stepped into the cool October air, Justin was waiting outside, his sweater zipped against the chill, his eyes locked on me. “Ready?” he asked, offering his arm.
I nodded, slipping my hand into the crook of his elbow, his warmth seeping into me. The park was quiet, cherry blossoms drifting down like fucking confetti. We sat on the bench, the city lights twinkling in the distance, and he started talking—really talking. About the pressure of his world, the loneliness behind the billions, how meeting me had been a goddamn lifeline. “Xiamond’s just a partner,” he said, pulling out his phone to show emails proving it was all pr
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