The Miami Billionaire Playboy's Bride

atement, Emily pushed herself up to h

of the office to the dressing room to chan

he restaurant. Her gaze lingered on the restaurant's roof sign as she stepped out of it, a wistful sigh esc

t been easy for her to secure the job at the high-end luxury restaurant, a

another job hunt for a similar job; that would be if she w

in the night. She had hoped she would be able to leave there so

n't be happening anytime

reached the road and got in. Thoughts raced

the odds against her. She ruminated over the possible places and people

ompassion of each of them once she reached home before

re over to the man, alighting from the cab and continui

us enough to accommodate her and her belongings, and although it looked shabbily furnished, she had done

she was unable to keep up with the rent on the previous more spaciou

inder of them, but she had had to let go of the others as there

she had kept her parents phone book

ttendance at her parents' funeral, they had all lost connections with o

reak, but this time, she knew better that she was i

able to call wouldn't be much of a help as they told her they had m

time she left for her night job, to get back to it

significant help from her family side gnawed at he

r head about where else she could get financial help. Tony, her boss, had called

ervousness creeping down her spine as she stood in the di

en an inkling of the depravities that went down on th

me

ide, and she pushed the door

walked into his office. He leaned back in his

nd Emily resisted the urge to cover her nose from how heavily the

ou haven't been yourself since the time y

r throat before she spoke, while she struggled not to inhale

wed hard.

s wrong with you. I know that," sai

en't always attached to strings. Strings as foul as the inconspicuou

k to

wered her gaze, silently praying against losing this job as well, although she wanted nothing more to be rid of it

, Emily?" Tony asked