Billionaire's lame excuse
Crossroads (where emotions run hot and boundaries blur.)
Once in his room, Muya closed the door and locked it. His heart was troubled. He threw his phone on the bed, feeling a tense arousal build between his legs. The image of Erica, unknowingly exposed, played on a loop in his mind, and he struggled to shake it off.
"Damn it," he cursed.
He muttered under his breath. He needed to clear his head, but the temptation to dwell on what he'd seen was overpowering.
He knew he had to focus on his work and the press meeting preparations, as he had promised, but the distraction was intense.
Sitting on the edge of his bed, Muya took a deep breath and tried to regain his composure.
"Come on, Muya, get it together," he said to himself, willing his thoughts to return to a more professional place.
