Trapped By The Ruthless Billionaire Brother

nicured green and impossibly large houses. Avery Hopkins took a slow,

the scenery to the man be

a scrolling across a tablet propped on his knees. It was as if she wasn

ips. The youngest Stanley son was even m

wti

scent of her perfume, expensive and intentionally bold,

rigid. His eyes didn'

eg over the other, the silk of her dress whispering a

against a barely-there wrinkle on the sharp crease of his suit trous

sharp, involuntary tremor

is eyes, a startling ice-blue,

re you

into character, Mr. Stanley. We're almost ther

ved, bolder now, inching upward unt

ers, she felt the muscle underneat

llow. He tried to focus on the numbers on his screen, but her touch was a

mured, her voice low, her breath ghosting near his ear.

r wrist. His grip was surprisingly st

e." His voice was rough, a raw, frayed soun

in his perfect, icy facade. A flicker of an idea, a tantalizing possibility, sparked in her mind. Could it be th

rs tracing the silk of his tie, right over the spot where his h

will be able to tell we're acting."

ose to his. For a second, his mind went completely blank. The control he p

en burned, shoving himself against the opposite door,

ordered, his voice a low growl, a desp

low smile spreading across her f

easy. "Alright, whatever you say, boss. But don't

ly, the storm clouds gathe

a smooth stop before a se

ad disturbed, taking a deep, fortif

applying another layer of deep red lipstick,