Revenge of The Furtive Billionaire Heir

125. Happy Coincidence

The next day, I spend about two minutes cowering in the bathroom before manning up to go downstairs and come face-to-face with the new, albeit temporary occupants of my (father’s) residence.

And if I hyperventilate in the shower or not, that’s no one’s business but my own.

Here’s the thing, when I went to sleep last night, I did not expect to get PTSD over asking a girl out the next morning, especially when the said girl already confessed her love for me and is probably the best person in my life, as well as one of my long-time friends.

Perhaps the only long-time friend.

But hey, I've been only burned once before. I shouldn’t be this melodramatic.

And so, I make my way downstairs, trying not to show how much of a pink prune I’d become thanks to my long shower session.

“Jace!” Lemon’s enthusiastic voice calls out as soon as I cross the doorway to the kitchen, and I glance at the kitchen clock. It’s still seven in the morning, and I briefly wonder how anyone could have that kind of ener