My Billionaire Ex Keeps Me While Loving Someone Else

The email popped up on my screen at 9:00 AM. The subject line was in bold letters: *Pinnacle Media Group Acquired*. I clicked it open and scanned the text. Then I stopped. My eyes locked on the buyer's name.

*Adonis Hunter.*

The air in the room suddenly felt too thin. I read the name three times. I didn't move for two full minutes. My hands rested on the keyboard, cold and stiff. The hum of the office chatter faded into a dull buzz. Seven years. It had been seven years since I broke his heart in a cramped Brooklyn apartment. I told him I only wanted him for his family’s money. I watched his face shatter. I did it to save him from his father’s threats, but Adonis didn't know that. He just knew I ruined him.

I opened a blank document. My fingers trembled slightly as I typed. *I, Sierra Webb, hereby resign from my position...* I stared at the black words on the white screen. My chest ached. I wanted to run. But I minimized the window. I couldn't send it. Not yet.

At 10:30 AM, we gathered in the main conference room. The murmurs died down the second the glass doors opened. Adonis walked in.

He didn't look like the boy who used to eat dollar pizza with me on the floor. He wore a sharp, dark suit that screamed money and power. He was flanked by his CFO, Marcus Vega, and a striking woman with dark, glossy hair. She clung to his arm. *Haisley Garcia,* the whisper went around the room. His fiancée.

Adonis stopped at the head of the table. His voice was flat and precise as he addressed the room. He spoke about restructuring and profit margins with boardroom perfection. His gaze swept the room. Then, it landed on me.

Two seconds. That was all it took.

His jaw tightened. A muscle leaped in his cheek. His dark eyes were cold, hard, and full of old ghosts. I didn't look away. I couldn't. I held his gaze until he broke the stare first. He moved on, continuing his speech as though I was just a piece of furniture.

An hour later, my desk phone rang. I was summoned to the executive floor.

I walked into his new glass-walled office. Adonis sat behind a massive desk. He didn't offer me a seat.

“Your editorial position has been eliminated,” he said. His voice was like ice.

My chest tightened, but I kept my tone steady. “I see.”

“You aren't fired,” he continued. He leaned back in his leather chair. “You are now my personal executive assistant.”

I blinked. “I don't have experience as an executive assistant.”

“You'll learn,” he snapped. “You will manage my calendar. Coordinate my meetings. And you will handle my social engagements with Haisley. Date nights. Weekend getaways. Everything.”

He leaned forward, his dark eyes watching my face with surgical attention. He was waiting for a crack. He wanted to see me flinch.