The Billionaire's Doll: Her Secret Escape
ab driver. "Midtown. As fast as you c
ntire ride fixing her hair in the rearview mirror, pinching her cheeks
ut, sprinting the last hundred yards. She ducked into a Starbucks, bought a cold
g at the curb. The back door op
at. The interior was cool and
wasn't
ding. But then she saw the iPad mounted on the s
ice, looking down at some papers, but the moment t
the cage?" Miles's voice drifted from the
ned. "Hello
pipe," he said. His voice was fla
per handled it quickly. It was...
ty. He was studying her face on the screen, looking for the li
"call Niles. Don't handle things y
ping the cold coffee cup
ment in ten minu
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seat, closing her eyes. Her ha
w. Garrick didn't acce
g on the velvet sofa in the living room, flipping a si
keep her head high. "I'
nce between them in two strides. He stopped inches from her. He
inhaling deepl
different,"
her ribs. "I... it was t
e up, his fingers trailing down the side of her neck, r
lied quickly. "For... headache m
hen, his hand moved to the back of her neck, his fingers tangl
hing but me," he whispered. "Or when you
d, bruising. He tasted of scotch and control. Ever stood rigid, letting him take what h
tly heavier. He reached into his po
n ar
t her skin. She heard the clasp clicke warned, his voice vibr
lls reflected them-a tall, powerful man in a tuxedo, and a woma
her hand. His grip was fi
he said
es
paused, watching her profile. "
dn't breathe. She couldn't thin
. "I haven't thought about it. You don
ndow. "True. They are liabilities. Weakness
ty lights. My son is not a parasite, she scr
ging the subject as if he hadn't just stopped
r f
ed, his grip tightening until her knu
know him," E
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