CHAPTER 7: Drive Home

TYSHA

Bumping into Mr. Billionaire here unexpectedly felt like a stroke of trouble. I mean, what were the odds? First, he caught me ignoring him at the cabaret. Second, he saw me sneaking around his Bryse’s place and got his balls kicked, and now this?

Great. Just great. I didn't sign up for this awkward encounter.

The tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. It was like he was some magnet for trouble, and I couldn't escape it. All I wanted was to not see him again and make things more complicated. It felt like New York City became much smaller because I kept on crossing paths with this man.

Geez, Tysha, what kind of luck did you have?

What brought him here, anyway?

Jeff called him "uncle," so maybe he's related to Miss Cindy? But honestly, it doesn't quite add up. This family doesn't strike me as particularly well-off. And since he was in the VIP loft the night I saw him in Eventide Cabaret, he must be a millionaire or billionaire. So, what are his connecti