“Here’s $100—Can you be my mom today?” a billionaire boss’s son asked—until a shy woman replied, “Keep it. Billionaires pay in secrets.”

Julian’s gaze moved to me, and the air seemed to drop in temperature. “Who are you?”

I should have been sensible. I should have said, “Nobody.” I should have stepped away from the billionaire with the underworld rumors and the security team that looked like an army dressed for funerals.

Instead, I put my hand on Milo’s shoulder.

“I’m the woman your son continue reading …