Forbidden to Love
Language: en
3 AM. The pouring rain had soaked through my delivery bag. The order note had only three words: "Bring it upstairs." This was New York's most exclusive private club. The door to the penthouse stood wide open, reeking of the cloying mix of luxury and alcohol that saturated these elite playgrounds. Head down, I just wanted to leave the food and run. I needed to get to my next order, to scrape together enough for my mother's dialysis next week. A polished leather shoe came down on my delivery box. "Miss Johnson. Five years, and you've learned to serve people?" My entire body stiffened.…