Part 3The Billionaire's Bet and the Barista

I bought Julian a phone so he could easily contact me.

When I was at work, he loved to spam me with messages.

The content was always the same, things that made me blush and my heart race:

[Audrey, your bed is so soft. Can I sleep on it next time?]

[Audrey, next time you wake up to go to work, can you wake me up? I want a good morning kiss.]

[Audrey, please don't work overtime tonight. Let's go shopping.]

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but I couldn't help smiling when I replied.

A coworker leaned over slyly: "Ooh, the iron tree is blossoming! Our Audrey finally has a boyfriend?"

Of course, I didn't dare say it was Julian.

I just played along: "Mhm... we haven't been dating for long."

She gave a "say no more" look and said: "Honeymoon phase, honeymoon phase. You have to let us meet him someday."

I nodded while typing a reply to Julian: "Okay.

"Come find me."