A chef takes a job cooking for a billionaire and quickly discovers her new boss wants far more from her than her recipes. As their professional arrangement blurs into something personal, she must navigate the dangerous line between employee and lover.
No games. Stay clear of his circle. I rolled my eyes. Right in front of him, I deleted every single one of Sterling's bros. Unfollowed. Blocked. Wiped from my contacts. My payment app, too.
He gave a satisfied nod, slid me the check, and walked out. I stared to the zeros on that check. My jaw hit the floor. That afternoon, I splurged on takeout.
Overpriced viral drinks? Double. A bucket of hot chicken? Yes. Loaded gourmet dog? Added. Promo codes? Didn't even bother.
That night, I fell asleep counting dollar signs. Six zeros. Seven zeros. For a whole month, Sterling and his crew went ghost. Which made sense. We lived in totally different worlds.
no girlfriend label no overlapping paths in class my eyes would drift to the designer pen sterling bought me he was probably officially back with lynn by now lynn was old money head cheerleader pure campus royalty glancing at my stomach and thighs i let out a bitter laugh honestly anyone would choose lynn until noon today i was sitting at my dining table about
About to reheat leftovers from the fridge.