The usual rule that men loved beautiful women didn’t seem to apply to him. He’d dated two women so astonishingly ordinary that I had to double-check to make sure they were real contenders. And yet, they’d been chosen.
This unpredictability gave me hope. If Julian could fall for someone so unremarkable, then why not me?
His generosity was as random as his taste in women, and I was determined to be patient.
By any means necessary, I was going to climb into his bed.
And I would get that million dollars.
There was a saying: “Those who prepare well will always seize the first opportunity.”
After working for Julian Grey for 2,315 days, my opportunity—my golden ticket—finally arrived.
At 1 a.m., my phone rang, jolting me from a restless sleep. On the other end was Marcus Caldwell, Julian’s closest friend and one of the city’s most notorious playboys. His voice was laced with urgency.
“Olivia, you’ve got to help. Julian’s drunk. Completely out of it. You’re the only one who can handle him.”
Drunk? Julian Grey? The man had never touched a drop of alcohol in all the years I’d worked for him. Suspicious but intrigued, I grabbed my coat and left my apartment.