Bound By The Ruthless Tycoon's Contract

the heavy silence of the corridor. Blair Guzman pushed the hea

ttering grid of Los Angeles stretched out like a promise made of gold and broken glass. The air inside wa

ls landing with a soft thud on the plush carpet. She walked barefoot across the room, h

poured a generous measure into a tumbler, the amber liquid sloshing against the sides. The diam

fun, Mis

s behind her. Low. Magnetic. L

n, just as quickly, she forced herself to relax. She didn't turn around. She just lifted her eyes to the re

shirt, completely unbuttoned, hanging open to reveal the hard, sculpted lines of

wrapping around her wrist. He didn't squeeze hard, but the grip was absolute. He took the t

re his breath fanned across the bare skin of her neck. It smelled of exp

gers left her wrist and trailed up her arm, leaving a trail

hts. "It was a congratulation. He's

her chin, his fingers tightening instantly, digging into the soft fles

g against her lower lip, "doesn't nee

emained clear and cold. "Butler, it's work. Our ag

s eyes were dark, bottomless pools in the shadows. "The agreeme

et box. He flipped it open with his thumb. Inside, nestled against black silk, w

avy weight of it off her neck, his knuckles brushing against her skin. A second

hispered in her ear, his tone mocking as h

. The necklace sat heavy on her skin, a glitt

brushing the shell of her ear

push notification from a premium celebrity news wire he subscribed to. The headline read: 'Spotted: Oscar Winner Alexis Ashle

was watching her. Throug

't hide it. He simply reached back, picked up the phon

r knees. He lifted her effortlessly, cradling her against his ch

t, her palms pressing into th

seless. His arms w

dark, punishing edge, "requires me to thoroughly review our

her muscles, leaving behind a hollow, freezing s

ng like the scattered petals of a dying rose. Butler stood at the foot of the bed, looking down at her. H

tress down. His fingers found the diamond neckl

id, his voice a low rumble. "I

the gap in the curtains, casting harsh, dee

n. She tasted the whiskey, the coldness, and that familiar, suffocating scen