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I was secretly reading through a billionaire's text messages, and I found my name everywhere.
I've been cleaning the same billionaire's penthouse every Friday for the last nine months.
Today, I was dusting the shelves in his office when his phone buzzed on the desk beside me.
I heard his shower start from down the hall, water rushing through marble pipes.
I glanced at his phone just long enough to see a message pop up, and I saw... My name?
For a second I thought it was a mistake.
I picked up his phone and searched for my name.
It was EVERYWHERE.
Messages with his driver, his lawyer, even his security team, every single one mentioning me.
"She's here now."
"Don't tell her anything."
"Make sure she gets home safe."
I was so focused on the messages that I didn't even hear the shower stop.
Suddenly, I heard footsteps behind me, and I turned to see him standing in the doorway with a towel slung low on his hips and water still dripping from his hair.
He stepped closer, voice low as he growled,
"You weren't supposed to see that... "
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