Stealing My Untouchable CEO
Language: en
I had a best friend who made an art form out of stealing my girlfriends for fifteen years. I fell in love; he swooped in. His track record? A clean, devastating one hundred percent. The evening girlfriend number five broke things off, I sat on the freezing concrete curb outside my apartment and smoked through an entire pack of cigarettes until my fingers smelled like ash and humiliation. Eventually, I met someone new. I didn't tell a soul. She was a venture tech CEO whose cool, razor-sharp demeanor intimidated half the boardrooms on the East Coast. When I realized my dear old friend had…