A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS
The world snaps violently back into focus.
I jerk upright in bed, a sharp gasp tearing out of my throat like I’ve been underwater for too long. My heart is pounding so hard it hurts, slamming against my ribs as if trying to escape. The room swirls, the , walls bending, air suddenly too thick, too heavy.
“No,” I whisper, clutching the sheets. “No, no, no…”
My hands are shaking. My skin feels wrong—too hot, too tight, like I’m trapped inside my own body. I try to breathe, but every breath comes out shallow and fast, my lungs refusing to cooperate.