After a 12-hour shift, she enters the wrong car… and a billionaire becomes obsessed – she was so exhausted she didn’t even realize it wasn’t her car

written words in black ink.

**For Alexander Vale.**

His name.

Inside her bag.

Outside, the city blurred into streaks of rain and light, but inside the car everything sharpened like a blade.

“Marcus,” Alexander said.

The driver glanced up at the rearview mirror. He had worked with Alexander long enough to recognize the change beneath his calm tone.

“Yes, sir?continue reading …