Page 37 of The Greek Billionaire's Rejected Secretary

I want to believe You're there.

I think I believe, but I want to believe in You more.

So please God.

Please talk to me.

Chapter Ten

ADRIANO

SIX IN THE MORNING, and I'm already on my third coffee. The night air clings to the city streets, a damp reminder of hours spent searching. I lean against the stone pillar outside our office building, waiting. Watching.

Shayla never came home last night. And the only reason I know this is because I've gone straight to her apartment from the auction. But she never came back. And all the calls I've made for the past twelve hours have gone straight to voicemail.

If she doesn't show up for work today...I don't give a damn if this makes people think I'm overreacting. I'll have her reported as missing. I just need to know she's fine.

Movement at the corner catches my eye. A sleek silver BMW pulls up half a block away, and my lips tighten when the driver's door opens, and it's the last face I want to see.

Prosecutor Shit.

He walks around to the passenger side, opening the door with a flourish. Well, that's good news at least. If he's with a woman, then he won't be sniffing around my—no.

My entire world crashes at seeing Shayla—my Shayla—stepping out of his car. She's smiling and bright-eyed, her hair damp from what can only be a morning shower, and still wearing last night's clothes.

She laughs at something he says, and I want to kill somebody. Something inside of me turns ugly, and then it devolves into something vicious when they start walking on the sidewalk, and I hear my secretary say, "You just wait. I'll have him eating from the palm of my hand soon."

Prosecutor Shit answers her, but I've stopped listening.

Because I've heard all I need to hear.

Shayla watches the other man drive away, and I can feel my blood turning colder by the second as I watch her watch him. She turns toward the building, her face lighting up when she sees me. But all I do is stare back, and her smile falters.

Damn her.

I push off from the pillar and walk toward her. And with every step I take, the thing inside of me grows more vicious.

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