~CHAPTER THIRTY ONE~
This man is torturing me in a way that could make me lose control and never look back.
I see it in his face, the quiet satisfaction, the certainty that my body will always betray me before my pride can save me.
We drive to the FBO, and the moment we step out, cameras appear. A few wealthy fans, polished, and privileged—lift their phones, whispering excitedly.
Hardin’s hand slides to my waist, firm and possessive, pulling me into him like we’re a picture-perfect fantasy.
He poses effortlessly.
A power couple.
Untouchable.
In love.
Someone asks why I’m dressed in my work uniform even though I’m boarding my husband’s private jet.
I smile, professional and warm, the version of myself the world adores. “He might be my husband,” I say lightly, “but this is my prof
