CORINNE
The days after that Monday slipped past so fast they barely felt real.
At first, I brushed it off. Told myself he’d only shown up again because I’d bruised his ego a little too hard. Rich men hated being challenged, especially by someone so down the social ladder like me. I thought after the one dramatic appearance, he’d make me get his point then disappear back into whatever billionaire bubble he lived in.
That was the story I stuck with.
Until Tuesday.
Then Wednesday.
Then Thursday.
By the fourth morning, I found myself standing wordlessly without a snarky remark as his car pulled out of the parking lot after drop off like it’s a normal routine that he has already adapted.
Four days in a row.
I hated how aware I was of it.
The car alone was impossible to ignore, then t
