
The private jet wasn't a flex, it was a trap, and I appreciated the writing for knowing the difference.
BackHer air conditioner died. So did every excuse she had left. One knock on his door, and months of hidden feelings came crashing down in the dark. He swore he'd never risk their friendship — until her bare feet on his doorstep proved he already had. Some heat waves never really end.
Billionaire Romance
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The private jet wasn't a flex, it was a trap, and I appreciated the writing for knowing the difference.

Whoever writes these knows what restraint feels like. That's rarer than people realize.

Five stars. No further questions.

Loved it. Four stars only because I want it to be twice as long. Greedy of me, I know.

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