Babysitting the Billionaire's son
I clutched Azi close, my tears burning at the edges of my eyes as I whispered silently to myself—trying to believe, trying to hold on to the man I knew.
But the echo of that voice wouldn’t leave me.
For a moment, the world around me stilled. The ticking of the clock, the faint hum of the air outside, even the sound of my own breath—it all vanished into silence. My chest felt hollow, as though someone had carved the air out of my lungs and left nothing but ache. The phone lay on the floor, lifeless, yet its echo clung to my ears, sharp and cruel.
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