Hold on, Mr billionaire.
I finally said, my voice loud enough to carry through the door.
There was a beat of silence, and then, “I can’t.”
“Why not?” I asked, my tone sharper than I intended.
“Because I can’t lose you,” he said, his voice breaking slightly.
I squeezed my eyes shut, leaning against the wall. “You already did.”
The words felt like a slap, even to me.
He didn’t respond right away, and for a moment, I thought he might actually leave. But then he said, “I’ll wait. However long it takes.”
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