The Billionaire's Hidden Son

Risk

"I'm glad you don't have any feelings for me," she says, her voice carrying a touch of relief and a hint of vulnerability. Her words hang in the air, creating a delicate moment of sincerity between us. As she continues, her tone shifts, becoming hopeful and optimistic. "We can be friends, chat buddies, and business partners," she suggests, her voice filled with enthusiasm for the possibilities ahead. Pausing, she extends her hand, a gesture of trust and camaraderie. I find myself captivated by her sincerity, gazing into her eyes for a brief moment before slowly nodding my head in agreement.

"Nice meeting you," I say, my words falling softly into the space between us. As she turns to leave, a gentle smile dances across her lips, leaving a trace of warmth in the air.

"I hope I didn't hurt your ego by saying you aren't my type?" she says, her voice gentle and tinged with a touch of playfulness. In that moment, a sharp intake of breath lingers in my throat, threatening to betray the flic