“I’d like to discuss your future with the company over dinner tonight,” my girlfriend’s married boss said, leaning back in his chair and looking directly at me. She didn’t hesitate — said yes without even glancing my way. I’d driven her to that meeting because her car was in the shop. I sat in the back corner with my laptop open, pretending to work while she planned a date with another man right in front of me. She didn’t know my real name was Connor Hayes Worthington. Didn’t know my grandfather founded a manufacturing empire. Didn’t know I could buy the restaurant where she was meeting him. But she was about to find out — because I’d already bought his debt, frozen his accounts, and reserved the table right next to theirs.
“I’d like to discuss your future with the company over dinner tonight,” my girlfriend’s married boss said, leaning back in his chair and looking directly at me. She didn’t hesitate — said yes without even glancing my way. I’d driven her to that meeting because her car was in the shop. I sat in the…
