The Billionaire’s Delinquent Bride

d. I step inside my condo. The spectacula

oom floor gleams under the sun. I sit down and play

sure I can’t get a job. In fact, he’s probably already done it. By now,

ks from the dossiers. Nor am I going to pick one out

reach and influence. That means out of the count

body in the Ministry of Justice and hav

able to sue because they’ll all laugh like we’re buddie

one. Fortunately, the service is on

of them is awake, since it’s alm

nd often exhausted. And Tony likes to go t

n the Steinway, waiting. Then stand up abruptly because I sh

g her on the speaker so I can pack and talk at the s

l out a huge suitcase and start t

ket,” I add, since most ticketing agents will want to have a

month. But I don’t want to go into detail. It’s too muc

re you

to make that phone call to the Ministry of Justic

and accessories. Must have shoes and accessories t

e that,” I say, not wanting her to wor

st. “It’s just my brother being a jerk. A long s

ket? I have your name, but don’t I nee

e a sec.” I rummage through dresser drawers until I find my

now.” Ther

nfo soon. How about something that leaves

t’s about fifty minutes to the airport. Since I have no clue how

sure. Can’t wait to see you,” she sa

ving everything I need into two suitcases

ne Charles can’t screw with? I call Mr. Pa

tely, his tone professional.

lling to talk to my dad. I need

uitcases. Can you pack up the rest of my things and overnight

es of everyone we associate wit

ask him to keep it from Dad because it wouldn’t be right to test his loyalty that wa

ang up, feeling smugly triumphant. So Charles hasn’t

dulges me. We grew up together, after all. I make a m

our resorts. That should make him

need to leave soon to catch the flight, though. I che

taxi pickup for the airport, then roll my suitcases out into the living room. I sto

my desires known, insisting on them

am, not even telling them I’m leaving. But I know that if

be a bit overprotective at times.

d have his babies. I’m not having sex with a guy I

anxiety like playing the piano. If I could, I’d take i

n use. Inhaling deeply, I grab my bags a