Bought The Billionaire For One Night

Chapter 4

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across from Frank Novak, the Flight Service Director, her hands clasped tightly in her la

on the desk. "Do you wa

nt. It was her pre-flight readiness report. A big

dry. "I had a personal emergency. I misplace

ing. "FAA regulations are clear. Mandatory rest period was violated.

only by a few minutes. I made the fligh

t. "It's out of my hands, Carr. The numbers don't lie. And with the

working toward the Purser position for a year. She had perfec

voice breaking. "You know I'm

cision. Based on the overall performance metrics and the rece

to steady herself. "Kate? She doesn't have half my f

k said flatly. "That's what ma

office, the murmur of the bullpen suddenly too loud.

ing. She ran a hand over the gold wings embroidered on the chest, a triumphant smirk on her face. Br

. "Oh, hey, Chloe. I heard about your little mishap this mornin

k on Kate's face-it all snapped something inside her. She wal

"Is that what you call it, Kate? Working hard on you

eplaced by a look of shock. Brennen stepped forward, h

just calling it like I see it. You two deserve each other. I hope

burying her face in Brennen's chest. "How can you say t

hloe snapped. "No

en said, his voice rising. "Ri

rcus. But Brennen grabbed her arm, his fingers d

me!" Chloe yelled, y

stepped out, his face like thunder. Behind him were several men in expens

the headlights. Finch's gaze swept over them, then stopped. H

another impeccable suit, his dark hair swept back, his expression unreadable. He looked at

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Cait Romance

“A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch. Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor. Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger. But the nightmare was just beginning. At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her. Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline. He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back. But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York. A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum. "I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason." My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top. I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated. I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life. Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me. I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price.”