Ride a bike share and hit an ex-boyfriend who drives a Porsche
Language: en
When Liam loved me most, I broke up with him. Our next meeting was an accident. He, in his Porsche, hit me, riding a rental bike. I stared at the ripped knee of my jeans, clutching the critical prognosis in my hand. 1 When Liam stepped out of his car, his assistant was right behind him, holding a large umbrella to shield him from the sun. In the sweltering heat of June, he looked perfectly composed, while I was drenched in sweat. He was impeccably dressed in a suit, his expression cold and stern, exuding the polished arrogance of a rising mogul. He was no longer the gentle, carefree…