A laugh bubbled out of me at her bluntness.
She kissed my forehead. “I love you, my dear Abigail.Always.”
As she left, clarity settled over me. I was done being afraid. Done wasting time on someone who barely cared if I existed.
Then, he returned to my mind—the man whose presence lingered like a melody I couldn’t forget.
Every time I closed my eyes, Mikkel was there.
Tall. Imposing. That voice, smooth and deliberate, making every word sound like a promise. The way he looked at me—like I was someone—sent my heart into a sprint. And that cologne…spicy, warm, and all-consuming.
Curiosity got the best of me.
I didn’t even know his last name, but a quick Google search for “luxury transport companies in New York City” gave me more than I expected.
His face was everywhere.
Mikkel Suarez.
Owner of Elite Rides, the top luxury transport company in New York. Billionaire. Businessman. And insanely fucking handsome.
How had I not known this?
I scrolled past article after article—interviews, business expansions, and, most surprisingly, not a single photo of him with a woman. My stomach twisted. This man wasn’t just successful—he was one of the biggest names in the city.
Just as I was about to close the tab, my phone pinged.
Joshua.
Joshua:?
I sighed. Since I had already opened it, I decided to respond.
Me:What?
Joshua:I texted u like three weeks ago.
Me:And how was I supposed to respond?
Joshua:Idk. You could just answer.
Me:What do you want?
Joshua:Missed u, send tit pics.
I nearly gagged.
Me:You didn’t even check to see if I landed safely, but now you’re asking for nudes?
Joshua:?? That’s what you’re here for. Making me feel good. Are you planning to fail at that too?
The phone slipped from my hands. A single tear escaped.
“That’s what you’re there for.”
“Are you planning to fail at that too?”
I thought he had broken all of me, but I was wrong.