Page 5 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire (Oops Baby #3)

Willa

I slide into the shadows of the staff hallway just as Roman storms back out onto the terrace.

That gives me just enough time to grab my phone and my bra from the bathroom, and then I hightail it to the kitchen.

I know I look freshly fucked.

I am freshly fucked.

And totally fucked, in every way, because there’s no way I can go back to serving champagne now, so I probably won’t even get paid for tonight since I’m ghosting them halfway through the gig.

Doesn’t matter. Fifty bucks wasn’t going to make or break me. I’m already all the way broken, but I don’t want anything to touch what just happened. The hottest, most wild moment of my entire life needs to remain pure and protected.

I keep going, all the way to the service elevator, and then I hit the button for the basement.

And when I finally get out to street level, through the service exit in the building next door, I turn around and look up at the building I’ve just fled.

I’ll never see Roman again, but I’ll also never forget what he gave me. What he showed me was possible.

My life just got bigger. Better has to follow.