Simone

I woke up the next morning feeling strange. Not good or bad, just strange. Because only in a strange, parallel universe could I be sleeping with two billionaires who were both totally okay with it.

I got dressed for the day, remembering that I’d have to go to another broker’s open tonight. I picked a nicer outfit than my usual style and put my hair into a complicated braid. I focused on my appearance because it was easier than focusing on my love life. It ...