One Star Review For My Billionaire Husband

anger. She grabbed Liv's arm, her only anchor in the s

rving grace, blocking her path without seeming to mov

y you cou

"What the hell do you want? Get out of her wa

at her. His entire focus wa

se. There's no need for alarm. My... friend would just like a private word with Ms.

ip was like steel. She gasped, struggling against him, but it was useless. He pulled her along

behind them, leaving L

placating smile, physically blockin

g. Ella ripped her wrist from his grasp,

d, glaring at him with fierce susp

e of her head, trapping her. "You take my money, leave an insulting note, and now you play the innocent victim?" he said, his vo

at of his body. A hot flush crept up her neck, but she forced herself to stamp it down, kicking her foot in irritation. "It was a consensual encounter! And if anyone got ripped off, it was me! My en

her expressions shift. "So, you have n

voice tight with panic. "Thanks to last night, I'm being forced to

well that the 'old billionaire' she spoke of was none other than himself. "If that's the case, why not

Your technique was so utterly abysmal, a fossil could probably do a better jo

t. He gripped her waist, pulling her flush against his solid chest, his scorching breath brushing against her ear. "If you insist on choosi

to repair the damage you caused. And as a friendly tip, since you're drop-dead gorgeous but completely useless in bed: i

er name, his voice vibrating

wasting my time with you," she snapped, do

pen to have a very close relationship with that old Mr. Sinclair. For the sake of

d, waving a dismissive hand as she grabbed a stunne

d, his voice devoid of all emotion. "Tell him the surgery for Ella Long is

"Consider it done." He pulled

nd dialed a number he rarely use

ndfa

clair Sr. came through the line. "Do

is words clipped and precise. "I agr

e. "Oh? Who did

sed door of the consultation room. A c

he said, his voice like

ctly what she wanted. He wou