One Night With The Wrong Billionaire

Summary

My phone wouldn't stop buzzing in my pocket. A barrage of texts from his best friend.

Are you seriously not going to take responsibility after sleeping with me? That was my first time!

Say something!

My stomach dropped. I was spiraling. How the hell was I supposed to handle this?

Then, he cornered me, his jaw tight. "So, is this your excuse? Is this why you’ve dated every single guy in my inner circle?"

I kept my head down, my fingers twisted tightly into a knot. I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth.

I didn't just date them. I slept with all of them.