The Billionaire's Scandalous Fat Wife
an earnings call. Like it might do something unexpected if I looked away.Marcus found me a little after midnight.I heard him before I saw him — that specific, clipped stride he used when he wanted to seem calm and wasn't. He had a folder under his arm. Of course he had a folder."You shouldn't be here," I said, without turning around."You didn't answer your phone.""I turned it off.""I noticed." He came around into my eyeline, and I watched him do the thing he always did in a crisis, which was immediately catalog the room — her, the bandage, me, the state of my shirt, which I realized only then still had a faint rust-colored stain along one cuff. He didn't say anything about that. He opened t