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

”

“What?”

“The kind of person who keeps going when there’s no advantage left.”

Olivia looked away.

That hit too close.

The service alley behind the bookstore smelled of wet cardboard, brick, and trash. Marcus was already there, the car nearly hidden in shadow.

Olivia stood beside the open door, every instinct telling her not to get in.

Alexander waited.

He continue reading …