Falling For My Ex’s Dying Billionaire Dad
I can’t tell if it was his words or the moment, or the pain I had been ignoring that had been shooting from my feet but I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Ouch,” I blurted,
“What? Are you okay?” Nathan leaned closer, eyes narrowing in concern, his hand almost reaching me.
“It’s just…” I tried to play it off, flexing my feet inside the damn shoes. “These shoes are killing me.”
I bent one knee, tried to roll my ankle. It didn’t help. My feet felt like they were being chewed alive.
Yeah, because I never wear heels. Asides from the one, the Escort agency gave me. Never owned a pair. Never had to. The one time I should’ve… Prom.
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