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

horn blared. A cyclist shouted. The city continued as if nothing was happening.

Alexander pulled a slim phone from his coat—different from the one he had used earlier.

He pressed a single button.

“Marcus. Bring the car to the service entrance behind the bookstore. No lights.”

Olivia stepped back. “I’m not getting in your car again.”

“You already did.”

“That continue reading …