Laura
I was finishing packing my suitcase. The truth is, it was already packed; I just hadn’t had time to unpack it yet.
I looked around the room I shared with Stephen for a day or so in this apartment he was temporarily renting. He didn’t want me in the hotel, didn’t want to go back to the penthouse, and his father was shacked up in his loft with some woman.
For one moment, this was our place—just me and him, free from the Case family drama. But it was time to let go. I had to return home and, I don’t know, recenter myself?
I mean, I knew, for lack of a better word, that a poor woman cannot wrangle a billionaire. The high-end life isn’t for me, and let’s face it, bargain shopping isn’t Stephen’s style.
“Ms. Schneider?” I heard someone come over the intercom in the apartment.
I went
