The Don's Late-Night Texts

Summary

For an entire year, I'd been in an online relationship with a guy named Gravano.

We were deep in the honeymoon phase—every night, his messages would light up my phone like clockwork, sending my pulse racing and my cheeks burning.

[Thinking about you, baby.]

[Had another dream about you last night. You were on top of me, begging for more.]

[Promise me we'll never be apart. Okay?]

I was about to suggest we finally meet in person.

Then he sent me a picture—and the man in it was my boss.

The most notorious playboy in the entire city.