Unwanted By The Alpha: His Hidden Genius Mate

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te client suite was cool an

ung man named Mr. Harris, whose

int account with Braxton Nixon into a new, personal accou

a second. He typed something into his computer, and his eyes

mmered, quickly recovering. "I just need

which clearly stipulated the fifty-fifty split of our primary joint liqu

om one column to another on a screen. Just like that, I had my

different here. Warmer, more hopeful. I took a deep breath, the a

and opened the famil

o the automa

d selected five years ago. It had gone off every single morning, without f

red over the

host of a memory. A tiny, sleepy Bonnie burrow

ssed

ou want to dele

ped "

. A text alert

the old joint account. A large charge from

uying Bonnie

money in the account was gone. He was a

less smile to

ed the

g, my reflection striding confidently to meet

me was

ton

bedroom of the Nixon villa, 7:

chime did

by the soft melody, rolled over in

slept soundly beside her. I had let her crawl in

:45 AM that the s

nnie's bedroom door. When there was no answer, she pushed it o

oyance crossed her face before she smoothed it into a mask of con

y shoulder gently. "It's almos

in disbelief. I immediately turned my frustration on the

't you wa

onfused. "Sir, I thought Mrs. Ayers's remot

ea was "on a business trip." She probably forgot to adjus

r me. It was such a simple thin

peacemaker, ste

She smiled warmly at Bonnie, who was now awake and grumpy. "We

Donuts!" She scrambled out of bed an

xpression. She was so good at this.

f the missing al

small crack in the daily routine, easily plaste