After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession
I crashed into bed, makeup half-smeared, and the last thing I remembered was the faint hum of music echoing from the ballroom below.
When I woke up the next morning, sunlight streamed through the tall curtains. My head throbbed slightly, but it was worth it. I reached for my phone, three missed calls from Julien.
I dialed him immediately.
“Finally,” he said, his voice warm. “Having too much fun without me?”
I smiled sleepily. “You have no idea.”
We talked for a few minutes, nothing deep, just the kind of easy, comforting conversation that fills the silence between two people who miss each other. Then I ordered breakfast, fresh croissants, orange juice, and coffee that tasted like heaven.
Bab Populer