An age gap love story.
A brokenhearted billionaire.
A college girl.
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"Nevaeh," Aiden whispers, "can I rest my head on your shoulder?"
I nod, letting him rest his head on my shoulder. He closes his eyes.
"Thank you." He sighs in contentment. "...
AN: Hi guys, thank you so much for your support for my family. And thank you for staying on this journey with Aiden and Nevaeh. I love you ❤
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I sit back at my desk after long hours of meetings. Today has been quite hectic in the office. There are many agreements to be reviewed, and I have to make sure that all of them will be executed timely.
My watch indicates that it almost reaches evening. I remember that it was around this time that I picked Nevaeh up from college yesterday.
I wonder how her day has been. Does she enjoy it? Does she have a long day? Is it tiring like mine?
I should ask her myself, but what happened yesterday makes me want to deny everything.
I don't message Nevaeh, but I shoot Sam a text to ask where he is. He doesn't respond, and I put my phone back on my desk.
I close my eyes and throw my head back against the chair. What the hell is wrong with me?
Why does it matter whether she's back home or not?
She's not a child, and I'm not even her guardian.
It's not like she's the one I want to see when I come back home. Neither is she the reason why I want to leave work early every day.
Right?
I'm fully aware that my mind is a fucking mess right now.
Sam has never ignored my message, so it bothers me while I'm trying to get back to work. Just when I'm about to reply to an e-mail, my phone buzzes.
Sam: I'm in a coffee shop. Nevaeh is doing her homework here.
He's typing a message but then stops. It goes on like that for about two minutes, which makes my frown go deeper the more seconds pass.
Sam: I'm sorry, boss. She's with the guy you met yesterday.
My jaw tightens.
Had I not met Kai yesterday, I wouldn't have been this triggered. But I've met him, and it's crystal clear that he likes her. Don't fucking ask me how I know that -- it's like spotting an elephant in the middle of a deserted field.
After Sam sends me the texts, the next ones pop up like spam.
