The Billionaire I Kept

I was locked in a passionate kiss with Henry, my kept boy, deep in the woods when suddenly Oliver's footsteps echoed nearby! "Sophia? Are you there?" Oliver's voice was getting closer. I froze in terror, but Henry still had his arms wrapped around my waist, refusing to let go. He even leaned in to whisper in my ear with a low chuckle: "What if he walks in and sees us like this? Think he'd lose his mind?" I clutched his shirt desperately, barely daring to breathe. I could still feel his warm breath on my lips while cold sweat soaked through my back. One second we were tangled together, the next I'd have to pretend we were strangers. This stolen thrill nearly made my heart stop! He was supposed to be just a bed partner I paid for – so why did his kisses feel more intoxicating than true love? Worse yet, Oliver's footsteps had stopped just outside the grove, and the way Henry and I were positioned... there was no hiding it.