My Grumpy Billionaire

I flinch at how loud she is, but the stronger feeling is shock. How did she find out? I never made that public, and the people at Silicone Dream wouldn’t have spread it around. We like to have fun, but part of fun is being discreet.

“What?” Griffin says.

“There’s a comment in the article that your girlfriend is creating an entire line of sex toys in your name. Well, the nickname that she gave you.”

Griffin looks at me, but I shake my head. I didn’t…

“Who gave them the quote?” Griffin demands.

“I think it was a student in your class.”

Oh my God.I cover my cheeks with my hands, which are now clammy with horror. One of the kids must’ve heard whispers about the Midnight God when they came to Silicone Dream for their case presentation. I remember how they were trying to eavesdrop on what Saori and the others were saying.

“What nickname?” Griffin demands. But he still isn’t looking at Lori. He’s staring at me. If looks could kill, I’d be burning in hell already.

“The Midnight God,” Lori says at the same time I whisper it to myself.

What little light remains in his eyes dims. From the awful expression on his face, I might as well have disemboweled him.