Tipping The Billionaire: His Runaway Lover

Chapter 3

Word Count: 710 | Released on: 13/05/2026

his gun still trained on the alle

eins mutated from a sedative into a raging

escaping her lips. She pressed her flushed cheek ag

under his suit jacket. His dark eyes darkened to the color o

vision. The man holding her was a

ke sense of the situation. VIP ha

apel of his jacket, pressing flat against the hard mu

n a collective breath. No one touch

ere clumsy, but she managed to pull out the folded piec

paper flat aga

unning together. "Best escort in the club.

became absolute. It was a

sed against his chest. A muscle feathered

in. His long fingers dug into he

ered, his voice a lethal, silken

by the chemical fire in her blood and the sheer fr

h down on his lower

of his blood rush

f Jax's legendary

of her neck, his fingers twisting into her hair. He crushed his m

tely. She melted against him, surrender

n and scooped her up into his a

Jax ordered his men, his voice h

hands roamed over his shoulders, her fingers

s slid open. Jax

penthouse. Jax kicked the double doors shut

bedroom and threw her onto

ng at the collar of her dress. "It's so hot," she

chest heaving. He yanked

he said, his voice dar

head, and wrapped his silk tie around them, bi

demanded release. She arched her

iling windows, the Manhattan skyline glittered like

her, a predator

he pain was instantly swallowed by a tidal wave of heat. The penthouse disappeared, le

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Tipping The Billionaire: His Runaway Lover

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“Alida caught her boyfriend in bed with another woman, only to discover a frat house contract on his nightstand. Her love and submission had been nothing but a fifty-thousand-dollar bet. She extorted the check from him to pay for her dying father's surgery, then went to a club to drink away the brutal betrayal. But her malicious stepsister secretly drugged her drink, planning to sell her to an underground thug to pay off a debt. Burning from the chemical mix and running on pure terror, Alida escaped into a VIP hallway and crashed straight into a wall of solid muscle. Desperate and out of her mind, she slapped the fifty-thousand-dollar check against the handsome stranger's chest. "I'm buying you for the night." She had no idea the man she just bought was Jax Vaughn, the ruthless, untouchable billionaire tyrant of Wall Street. The next morning, Alida fled the penthouse, leaving behind a single crumpled hundred-dollar bill and a humiliating note. "Service fee. Average skills. Like an uncivilized beast." Seven years later, Alida returned to New York, holding the hand of her genius seven-year-old son who possessed the exact same pitch-black eyes as the billionaire. She thought her past was buried forever, safely hidden away from the monster she had insulted. But her father's mounting medical bills forced her to accept a high-paying executive interview at Vaughn Enterprises. In the middle of the grand lobby, she stepped right into a familiar, terrifying chest. Jax Vaughn's iron grip locked onto her wrist, recognizing her scent instantly, his eyes burning with seven years of obsessive, murderous rage. "You."”