Lila’s POV
The fact that Lucien didn't absolutely lose his mind over the yearbook thing completely threw me off my game. I spent the rest of that night tossing and turning in the massive bed, wrapped in his heavy college jersey, completely unable to sleep because my brain wouldn't shut up.
I had been so certain I had him figured out. He was supposed to be the cold, ruthless, emotionless billionaire who bought my life to use as a corporate prop.
But the guy who just stood there, smiling softly at his own embarrassing middle school photos? That didn't fit the script. Now I was stuck trying to figure out what his actual deal was, and I absolutely hated not knowing.
The next morning, the confusion only got worse.
There was a soft knock at nine, and Maya wheeled in a silver breakfast cart
