*POV Derby*
The longer I sat alone in my apartment, the harder it became to ignore my curiosity.
By eight o'clock, I'd given up pretending I wasn't thinking about him. I settled onto my worn couch, balancing my laptop across my knees., The apartment stayed dark except for the pale glow spilling from the laptop screen.
**Just look him up, I told myself. That's all." Five minutes, maybe less. I'd satisfy my curiosity, close the browser, and finally move on.. Besides, Jordan Vasquez couldn't possibly be that unique a name... could it?
The search results barely finished loading before my stomach sank.
The first link wasn't a personal profile. It was the official website for the Vasquez Group. And it wasn't some mid-sized company, either. It was the kind of business empire people read abou
