“Could You Dance With Me? My Ex is Watching,” — She Whispered, Unaware He Was Her Billionaire Boss
A Chance Encounter at the Gala
Olivia Mitchell smoothed down her emerald cocktail dress as she scanned the crowded charity gala. The crystal chandeliers of the Grand Meridian Hotel ballroom cast a golden glow over Manhattan’s elite.
These lights made everyone look slightly more glamorous than they already were. She clutched her champagne flute tighter when she spotted him across the room.
Ryan Cooper was her ex-boyfriend. His emotional manipulation had taken her nearly two years to recover from.
He was laughing with a group of people, looking as charming as ever in his tailored tuxedo. “Just breathe,” she whispered to herself, taking a long sip of champagne.
This was supposed to be a celebration. After years of hard work, she had finally secured a position as head of marketing at Archer Industries.
Archer Industries was one of New York’s most prestigious corporations. Tonight was her first official appearance as part of the executive team.
However, she had yet to meet the famously private CEO, Jackson Archer. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” said a voice beside her.
Olivia turned to find her best friend and coworker, Mia Barnes, holding two fresh glasses of champagne. “Worse. Ryan’s here.”
Olivia accepted the glass Mia offered. “Thirty people in this ballroom and my ex had to be one of them.”
Mia’s eyes widened. “Toxic Ryan? The one who told you that you’d never make it in the corporate world because you were too sensitive?”
Olivia nodded, taking another generous sip of champagne. “The very same. And of course, he’s talking to Walter Jenkins from the board of directors.”
“I bet he’s trying to network his way into an interview at Archer.” “Well, you’re the one who got the job without his help.”
“So I’d call that karma,” Mia said with satisfaction. “Besides, you look incredible tonight. Show him what he’s missing.”
The live band transitioned from soft background music to a more upbeat melody. Couples began making their way to the dance floor.
Olivia watched as Ryan excused himself from his conversation, heading in her direction. “Oh no, he’s coming over here,” she whispered urgently.
“I can’t deal with him tonight, not when I’m trying to make a good impression.” Panic surged through her as Ryan drew closer.
The confident persona she’d built since their breakup threatened to crumble. Their relationship had ended eighteen months ago.
Memories of his subtle put-downs and constant criticism still lingered. He had a way of making her doubt herself with just a look.
In her desperation, Olivia turned to the tall, dark-haired stranger standing nearby. His back was to her.
He seemed to be observing the crowd with quiet interest. Without thinking, she leaned closer to him.
“Could you dance with me? My toxic ex is watching,” she whispered, her heart pounding. “Please.”
The stranger turned, and Olivia found herself looking into the most striking pair of blue eyes she’d ever seen.
His expression was one of surprise. This was quickly followed by something unreadable as he glanced over her shoulder, presumably at Ryan approaching.
“I’d be honored,” he said, his voice deep and smooth. He set his drink down and offered his hand.
