Hailey's POV
I called him at 2 AM.
Forty-seven hours and twenty minutes after he'd made his offer. I'd spent two sleepless nights calculating every possible outcome, every potential disaster.
He answered on the first ring.
"I knew you'd call." His voice was unsurprised.
"Where do we meet?"
"I'll come to you." He paused. "Text me your address."
An hour later, my apartment felt different with Maxwell Kingston standing in it. His expensive suit and polished shoes looked almost foreign against my modest furniture, even if it was all new.
His eyes swept over everything with clinical assessment: Gio's toys organized in bins, crayon drawings hung in frames on freshly painted walls, the life I was trying to build.
"Nice place," he said, it sounded genuine.
I gestured to the dining t
