Page 96 of Money Reigns
Like he’s always been there.
At night, I open the pantry and spot the bag, barbecue chips.
The exact kind. The exact brand.
My weakness.
I smile before I can stop myself, curl up on the couch, tear open the bag, and dial his number.
“How did you know I love these?” I ask, licking the flavor from my fingers.
He doesn’t miss a beat. “I know everything about you, Olivia Baker.”
I freeze.
Not sure whether to be flattered or afraid.
But all I ask is, “Why?”
“Because I wanted to,” he says. “So I learned.”
Just like that.
No apology.
No explanation.
Just… him.
We talk for hours.
About nothing.
About everything.
And at some point, I fall asleep with the phone still pressed to my ear.
His voice the last thing I hear.
Thursday
I don’t flinch when his hand grazes mine as he passes a report across the table.
I don’t question the way he watches me during meetings, like he’s memorizing my posture.
Every blink. Every shift. Every line of my mouth.
I don’t even protest when he adjusts the strap of my blouse and says—
“You need to look polished if you’re going to represent me.”
Because that’s what I am now, isn’t it?
His assistant
His possession.
His.
