The Billionaire's Distraction
The Creeper
Mia strolled toward the campus café, earbuds in, coffee in hand, when she noticed something weird.
A guy—tall, brown-haired, expensive-looking—was lingering near the main quad, half-hidden behind a tree like some kind of amateur detective.
She stopped, narrowed her eyes, and yanked out her earbuds.
Creepy. Very creepy.
Without hesitation, she walked straight up to him. “Alright, creeper, what the hell are you doing?”
The guy flinched slightly but then turned, flashing a dazzling grin. “Ah. Busted.”
Mia folded her arms. “So, you admit you’re being a weirdo?”
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