Olivia Westview
I hung up without another word, my heart pounding as I stared at the phone in my hand.
What have I done?
Without wasting a second, I bolted out of my office and headed straight for the elevator. My mind was in complete chaos, replaying every detail of the spill, every pained sound James had made. I had to know if he was alright—if I had caused him real damage.
What if I had burned him a lot worse than I thought? What if I had burned his d1ck and balls off?
Oh God. Please, no.
The elevator ride felt excruciatingly long. I gripped the handrail so tightly that my knuckles turned white, trying to stop my thoughts from spiraling into worst-case scenarios. When the doors finally slid open with a soft ding, I stepped into the penthouse hallway, my pulse thundering in my ea
