My Grumpy Billionaire Boss: A Slow Burner Age Gap Boss Romance

My boss, thirty years older, still grieving his wife, and the only man alive who's never tried to manage me-so naturally I fell for him in a Greek village at a funeral.He signs my paychecks, owns the house I've cleaned for seven years. He doesn't do warmth, doesn't do small talk, and looks at me like I'm a problem he can't categorize.Surgeon grounds him, tragedy pulls us across an ocean, and suddenly there's no professional distance left-two exhausted people, moonlit courtyard, nothing left to hide.He defends me from his family. He learns my coffee order and makes it himself every morning.Son arranges my exit like I'm a variable that needs repositioning- I realize I've let myself become exactly what I swore I never would: something a man with money can move. Walking away protects everything. I've built. Staying means trusting with no invoice -last man I trusted handed me the receipt on my way out the door.