Stealing My Untouchable CEO

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.