Sold To The Ex's Billionaire Uncle

hilled body, and she started to shiver uncontrollably, h

d, the fingers long and elegant, with a simple, understated platin

ime, she saw his face clearly unde

iercing gray. He was brutally handsome, with a sharp jawline and a mouth that looked like it had never forme

l. She knew him. Julian Sterling. Founder and CEO of Sterling Industries. The very man she had s

the boardroom and his revolving door of

as exactly what she needed to crush the parasites tearing her family apart. And if she had to sell herse

her trembling finger

ed, lightly grazing her sensitive knuckles. A sharp jolt of

e impossibly soft wool around her shoulders, inhaling

ightly toward her. The space in the car, already c

ing through his tailored suit and directly into her chilled

, magnetic undertone that betrayed a microscopic hint of nervous tension. He cleared his throat subtly, his Adam's

was not a questio

as renting on the Upper East Side, not the mortgaged-

bar. The screen lit up with a Forbes cover story, "The Man Who Owns the Future." Below it w

knew. This man was dangerous. But he was also

l his gaze on her, not in a lecherous

her collarbone, and the way her wet, clinging clothes accentuated the soft curves of her shivering

e. She wanted to show him she

y gaze. "Mr. Sterling, I know your time is valuable. Y

e smirk. It was a chilling expression, more predato

e trying to sell the Hayes Corporation to the lowest bidder, just to line their own pockets. But our

s a business partner, not a charity

inst the leather seat, picked up his phone again, and dismissed her.

r best and only chip

building, a plain, pre-war walk-up that was a

to step out, to disappear back into her mis

s Ha

g back to him, a q

" he said, his voice flat. "But you

eart

he continued, his gaze drifting past he

er. She h

r close on this bizarre, humiliating encounter, w

terested

d, completely invading her personal spac

her face up. His breath, warm and carrying the faint scent

and possessive. It was the look of a

stand. What did that mean? A business

umb deliberately tracing the soft, full curve of her lower lip, p

e here tomorrow morning at nine

she would come.

m from her sight. The Rolls-Royce pulled away from the curb a

eling. He did not want her company's assets. He wanted her. Tomorrow, she would not ju

illing part of her was actually look