The Billionaire's Regret
“Sebastian, my life has already become a contemporary art installation titled Beautiful Woman, Two Romanos, One Secret Child, and a Black Envelope. Do you really want to talk about hard?”
His eyes didn’t blink. “I want to talk about safe.”
“That’s worse.”
“I know.”
“Don’t sound patient. I hate that.”
“I know that too.”
I stared at him.
He didn’t take the bait. The old Sebastian would have answered back, would have stabbed with one smooth sentence, would have made me want to slap him or kiss him, depending on how stupid my body was that day. The Sebastian standing in front of me now was only cold. Focused. All his attention locked on the photos, the card, the video, and the little girl asleep