The Boss Vol. 3: A Hot Billionaire Romance - Plot & Excerpts
Since it was November that had to be more like seven in the morning, rather than five. I honestly didn’t remember falling onto the little twin bed I had stashed in the corner of my workroom. I’d worked for three days straight on the angel. Deconstructing her in a frenzy, only to find myself in that precious fugue state to put her back together. It didn’t happen all that often. I couldn’t say it didn’t happen, but not since my grandmother. I hadn’t really allowed myself to fall into my work. Too much guilt, too much sadness, too much Blake. So much time wasted. I slid my hand out from under my pillow and winced. My fingers were raw with scrapes and burns. The work had been too intense for safety gloves. I couldn’t get close enough to do the fine welding work. In the middle of a work tornado, I could lose time, and burns didn’t really register. With blurry eyes, I studied the nicks at my knuckles, and a nasty gash along the side of my hand.
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