Chapter 68 Fake Billionaire, Damaged Boyfriend 24

• Something tells me she likes my little apartment more than she claims to hate it. Either way, I rock on my heels, waiting for the elevator to hit the top floor. It’s only now that I realize I’ve palmed the paper that Alek handed me outside. Undoing the wrinkles, I pull the sheet out fully, my heat stammering to a dead stop.
• “What the…”
• Ping.The elevator doors yawn open, and I walk into the offices on the top floor, coming to the mess of cubicles that is this wretched place. I know where she works already, so I hurry into her office, a light cooing sound holding me back just behind the edge of her doorframe.