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

florist shop, one hand pressed against the glass, the other clutching her ribs as though sheer pressure could keep her from falling apart. Her reflection stared back from the dark window—pale, damp hair, eyes too wide, too alert.

Wrong car.

Stranger.

Expensive suit.

Patient eyes.

She closed her eyes and forced a breath in.

No. Focus.

Her apartment. A shower.continue reading …