Billionaire's Sweet Revenge

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hank goodness for the horrendous pounding music that drowns him out. I’m in no mood to socialize tonigh

that liquor won’t numb the emptiness and the worry I constantly feel. If it did, I would no doubt have become

ith. We all work at the same diner, and when they found out it was my birthday, they insisted that I join them tonight. I should’ve said no, like I always do. I feel li

y own thoughts. Even worse, the bass is so loud that it’s almost like I can feel it against my skin. I definitely

ers and tables, toward my favorite hidden spot in the corner of the bar. Hardly anyone ever comes here, and on the odd occasion I try to ac

oulders and his obviously expensive tailored suit tell me he’s probably a major

t the back of his head. Then he turns aro

is name leaving my li

e, it feels like the world around us still

the sound of his name. He smiles pol

ged a lot since I was fifteen, in more ways than just physical. My ent

friend and Alexander’s younger brother. Luce is yet another person I lost when

rk brown hair, and those dark green eyes that have always capti

ew’s younger sister. It won’t matter to Alexander that I don’t even speak to my brother anymore—I’ll s

k my outfit for me. The emerald mini dress I’m wearing hugs my every curve and I feel amazing in it. The last time he saw me I was fift

bed as flirtatious. It’s crazy how he can still turn my world upsid

ach Alexander and take the seat ne

k in his seat. The line is incredibly cheesy, but I still almost swoon. Alexander grins at me, and this

impossible not to hear abouttheAlexander Kennedy, the heir to one of the world’s biggest conglomerates. I’m pretty sure I saw a tabloid reporting that you we

sends butterflies to my stomach. It’s a deep, body shaking kind of laugh. I

all I’ll ever have of him. Stolen moments. I’ll take them, and I’ll put them under lock and key, to b