The Billionaire's Cruel Game

For three months, I’d been scouring the city like a woman possessed. Three months since Caleb, my supposedly broke, post-grad boyfriend, had vanished into the night air.

I’d even taken a job as a courier, a delivery driver on a beat-up scooter, just for the excuse to crisscross every neighborhood, to peer down every alley, hoping to catch a glimpse of him.

That’s how I ended up at The Sterling Gallery, delivering a rush document.

And that’s how I saw him. Dressed in a suit so exquisitely tailored it probably cost more than my college tuition…