Pregnant By The Alpha Billionaire

close. Damian ordered two glasses of something dark and expensive without asking what she wanted, and for once Elena didn't call him on it - she was too busy noticing

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racticed charm from the balcony hours earlier. It did something to her chest, he

tempt at running a hotel kitchen at nineteen (a grease fire, a lawsuit narrowly avoided, a lifetime ban from ever touching a stove in one of his own properties again). It was easy in a way Elena hadn't

she was the only interesting thing that had happened to him in longer than he wanted to admit, and Elena fo

offer laid flat on the table between them. "Not - I'm not assuming anything. It's raining, it's late, and you look like you haven't

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wasn't sure he knew either. But when the elevator doors closed and he looked down at her in the mirrored gold l

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knew how everything would end. It was slower than that, more careful - his hands unsteady in a way that surprised her, like he was relearning something he'd conv

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g her spine, neither of them speaking, and in the

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there and nobody in my family so much as said her name out loud." His voice was low, even, the practiced calm of a man who'd told himself this story so many times it had worn smooth like a stone. "I spent years thinking if I'd just been better -

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y. "I've never told anyone that. Not my ex-wife. Not in fourteen months

n longer than that - she saw something in him that had nothing to do with control, with empires, with a man who fixed problems before a

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, until his breathing evened out into something slow and unguarded, and Elena realized, with a small, unwelcome lurch in her chest,

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it had settled hours ago, his face - Elena allowed herself one long moment to look at it - completely unguarded in sleep in a way she suspected almost no one alive had ever been permitted to see. No