The Billionaire On My Couch

Summary

The money stopped coming. My life as a pampered international student was over, and of all people, the one guy I couldn't stand to look weak in front of was asking for a place to crash.

I figured I’d lean into the tragedy. If I was going to lose everything, I might as well become his "kept woman"—live off his dime and take whatever I could get.

I tried to seduce him. "Want to take advantage of the situation?" I whispered.

He pushed me away.

Fine. I straightened my posture and my pride, ready to scrub floors if I had to.

Then he hesitated. "Can you really handle a life that gritty?"