Son compartido

I fucked a stranger to forget my fiancé was banging my sister. I ran away pregnant and never looked back. Six years later, I'm back to interview the CEO who's haunted my dreams. He corners me in his office, his eyes dark with a past I can't recall. "We've met before." My little girl is downstairs, telling a nice man all about the playground. That nice man owns this hotel. And this empire. He invades my space, his breath hot on my lips. "Are you married? Engaged?" My "No" is barely a whisp