-POV Derby
I lowered myself into my chair and looked at the unfinished work on my screen.
Five minutes ago, those deadlines had felt important.
Now I couldn’t remember a single thing I’d been working on.
On my left monitor, the corporate directory block banner still glowed red, locking me out of Jordan’s profile. On my phone, his aristocratic face stared back at me from the high-society gala photograph, his fiancée’s diamond ring practically mocking my existence.
*He’s a royal,* I thought, a bitter, hysterical laugh bubbling up in my chest. *An actual high-society prince. And you spent two nights letting him treat you like his private playground.*
I closed the browser tab with a violent tap of my finger, desperately trying to scrub the memory of his rough, heavy morning voice out of
