He took my V-card and left ten years ago. Now, he’s back.
My brother’s best grumpy billionaire friend, Kash.
I was looking for a job when I found out who I’d be working for.
I accepted his offer to be his “fake wife” at a major event for his tech business.
When people make snide comments about my Southern accent, he steps in.
I asked why he did that. He admits he still thinks about that night
and wonders if things could’ve been different between us.
We share a passionate kiss—but stop before it goes any further.
I see his hesitation to pursue his feelings for me.
I told him I’d be there for him, no matter what.
But deep down, I’m not sure I can handle his resistance.