**OLÍVIA’S POV**

I waited for Gabe that night, but he didn’t come. I tried calling, and the number didn’t exist. He’d really changed it, like he said he would.

I lay on the living room couch, closing my eyes, remembering our morning sex. My pussy throbbed just thinking about it. It was perfect. Even afterward, when Gabe hired me to work close to him. To me, there was no doubt he was insanely jealous. But whatever happened in his past—something I might never know—kept him from ...