fake billionaire, damaged boyfriend 20

"No, we're not a real relationship, Kitten. Not yet."

"Not yet?"

"Not until we're out of this firestorm with Alek, and not until I can take you on a real date. One where we aren't robbed."

I settle with that assurance, hoping he's not like everyone who has ever promised me something, only for it to fall through. Truth is, I can't handle another lost promise.

And I can't imagine him losing any more control than he already has.

We're just two broken people, on the shattered remains of our past, while hoping the cracks in the foundation don't end up swallowing us both whole like we're used to.

I waltz into work like nothing has happened, but that doesn't last very long.

Soon, I'm shoved into Alek's office by a huge man with dauntingly dark eyes, the same eyes that glared through me the night before. I hiss a breath, ready to bite, kick and scream my way out of Alek's office, but instead, I'm pushed into a chair facing the desk.