MARRYING THE HIDDEN BILLONAIRE
But curiosity got the better of me, and when I glanced over again, he was walking toward me.
“Is this seat taken?” he asked.
I shook my head. “Nope. But I charge a high price for small talk.”
He laughed, sitting beside me. “I’m Ian.”
“Michelle,” I said with a smirk.
“You come here a lot?” he asked, casually sipping from his glass.
“Only when my best friend is living in a real-life soap opera,” I replied.
He raised an eyebrow. “That bad, huh?”
“You have no idea.”
We started talking. First about random stuff…music, clubs, life in New York. But then the conversation went deeper. He asked about me. My job. My dreams. And I found myself answering honestly.
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