Babysitting the Billionaire's son
I thought we will forever be happy, no problems.
“Tell me what you heard on the call. I will explain it all. Just calm down. Let’s talk without shouting, please?” His voice was pleading, almost breaking apart in front of me.
But my head was pounding, my chest constricting. I felt sick. I felt like throwing up. My body rejected the chaos of the moment, and I knew—I just knew—that I wouldn’t be able to talk properly to him. I couldn’t calm myself, not while he was standing there, not when the air between us was so sharp it cut into me.
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