How to Belong with a Billionaire (Arden St. Ives #3)

by Alexis Hall

If thou remember’st not the slightest folly That ever love did make thee run into, Thou hast not loved. —William Shakespeare, As You Like It

“Stop saying that.” Oh fuck me. I was yelling. “I’m not his friend. I loved him. I still do. And I’m going home.” Reader, I got the fuck out.

All that time, waiting like a fool for an ending. When what I’d really wanted—what we’d both needed—was a beginning.