The Billionaire's Secret Daughter
The hushed whispers and studious atmosphere were a stark contrast to the chaos of my own thoughts.
I scanned the shelves, searching for something that would capture my attention, something that could whisk me away into another world where desire and longing were nothing more than fictional characters' plights. But as I pulled book after book from their places, flipping through pages and absorbing words, none of them offered any solace.
"Anything interesting in there?"
I gasped and turned to face Hunter. "Dammit, Hunter. Are you stalking me?"
"Kind of," he shrugged.
"What do you want?" I asked.