I don’t want a relationship. Never wanted what my parents pretended to have until it blew to f*****g smithereens. I wanted an heir and nothing more.
This is supposed to be a give-and-take. Well, she’s supposed to give and I’m supposed to take. But the second I slipped inside of her, Olivia took something I didn’t expect.
As soon as she got dressed and left my office, I knew something was wrong. I wanted her to come back. Which is why I left.
Officially speaking, I left on business. That’s the lie I’m telling myself and everyone else who asks. The Miami deal needed my personal attention, which is why I revved up the private jet in the middle of the night and hopped on it before the sun was even up.
But the truth feels more like retreat. As if staying near her another moment would reveal
