Undisclosed Desire: An Alpha Billionaire Romance: + bonus novel by Linnea May Page B

the latter. At some point, it seems, they broke up. Or she did. Much to the sorrow of the article's writer – and many readers, I am sure – it was never revealed who ended the relationship and for what reason. All that is known is that he moved out of their home and was neither heard of nor seen for months after the separation, while she continued to do her job and be just as public as she was before, but denying any comments in regard to their relationship.
    "Not one word ever crossed her lips," the article concludes. Of course, provided with so little information, the author feels inclined to make assumptions about a terrible heart break that Evan went through. This is purely based on the fact that he disappeared from the spotlight, while she didn't. Never mind the fact that she is an actress, while he is just a self-made billionaire and entrepreneur who does not necessarily feel drawn or connected to the world of TV and movie stardom and the publicity that comes with it as much as she did.
    But who cares about logic and facts, right?
    I am shaking my head as I continue reading. Every sentence reminds me of why I loathe these magazines so much. So many assumptions, melodramatic thoughts and words put into people's mouths that it's sickening.
    The lack of real information in an article of this length is astonishing. I don't feel like I have learned a lot more about him or his ill-fated relationship than I already knew from reading the subtitle beneath the second photo and the quotes that are spread across the page in big colorful letters.
    There are interesting facts that seem to be relevant to me, though. The first one is his former girlfriend's appearance and the uncanny resemblance I share with her. And the second is the fact that he is still living in this city, instead of going back to the outskirts of San Francisco, which would have made perfect sense since that is where his home was before he moved here for her.
    Their break up took place more than a year ago. Is he still mourning and trying to fulfill his longing by fucking random girls who bear a resemblance to her?
    After all, that might have been the reason for him to approach me in the first place. Erratic dancing and free spirit my ass – maybe it was just the fact that I reminded him of her. That I look like her.
    I have a lump in my throat and feel utterly betrayed.
    No matter how great the sex or how enticing this man was – I will not be somebody's placeholder. If he is still mourning his ex-girlfriend and I just happen to look like her, then I should write him off as soon as possible.
    Then again, he did leave it up to me to contact him. Despite my complete ignorance during our first night, he must be aware of the risk of me finding out about all of this. This magazine article is less than two weeks old, it is current news about him. He and his failed relationship are no secret to the public – or at least to the part of the population who actually cares for irrelevant news such as this.
    What am I supposed to do? Just a few minutes ago, I was rather certain that I wanted to see him again. I would make him wait a little, maybe. But I was ready to contact him again. I wanted more.
    But now I am anything but sure about this. I am confused and hurt. And I feel extremely stupid for not knowing who he was before.
    Yuka is going to have her fun with that story for sure.
    She might be the best person to ask for advice in this manner anyway.
    For now, I decided to follow her first advice and take a long and good nap until she comes back.

CHAPTER IX
    Nicky
     
    Much to my surprise, I fall asleep within just a few moments after resting my tired head on the pillow. I am woken up by Yuka's characteristic slamming of the door when she returns from her brunch date. I really like her, but consideration and thoughtfulness toward her roommate are truly not her strong sides.
    She is a tiny person, but manages to trample through the place like an elephant, making enough