A Billionaire Saw A Poor Girl Wearing His Necklace He Gave To Someone Years Ago

and draped it over the back of his chair. “Then tell them I’m handling something personal.”

She stared at him. “You never say personal.”

“I just did.”

He meant to sound firm. Instead he sounded tired.

Tiana noticed too.

She was waiting for him on the terrace of his mansion that night, long legs folded elegantly beneath her in a cream dress that probably continue reading …