Kayla
I leaned back against the plush velvet of the booth, the ice in my drink rattling as my hand shook just a little.
I and the girls had already done four rounds of shots so I was feeling very chatty. "Of course they're talking, Monet. Let's look at the facts. The man is a billionaire CEO who breathes rarified air, and I’m just his f*****g secretary. To them, I'm just a glitch in his system."
Monet slammed her glass down on the table, snapping. "Kayla, stop it. Don’t you dare talk about yourself like that. Think about it. That man could have anyone. He has socialites, professional athletes, supermodels, and the daughters of top executives throwing themselves at him every single day. He could have a literal heiress with a snap of his fingers. But he didn't. He chose you. Remember tha
