Hiding The Billionaire's Secret Sick Child

top-floor boardroom of the Jimenez Group's Manhattan headquarters made it hard to breathe. She bit her lo

Hard leather soles clicked against the marble floor, cutting off the art director's mid

r with him. A bespoke black suit framed his broad shoulders, radiat

ocked over his porcelain coffee cup. Dark liquid spilled across his notes, but he ignor

"Why did you cut your European trip short? Headquarters was

table and pulled out the leather chair. As he sat down, his deep gray-blue eyes

Pencil tighter, the matte plastic rubbing against the thin ca

s knuckle twice against the mahogany surface

the pres

d as he pulled up the slides. His shaking thumb hit the clicker

ark silk tie with one

your art department produced?" Callum

a scapegoat until his eyes landed on the most junior employe

these concept sketches!" the director shouted to cover his ow

in her amber eyes. She opened her mouth to argue, only t

ar. As a socialite who got into the department through family connections, she curled her lips

he stood up and walked around the long table. His shoes made

austrophobia tightened her chest, and she braced both hands

frame blocked the overhead lights, trapping her

ther side of her body. Caging her between his arms and

in you

s heart hammer against her r

raft three weeks ago. It neve

ights, a vintage men's wedding band on his left ring

fingertips brushed across the back of her freezing hand, the rou

ketch straight into

r draft," Callum said, his voice as cold as a Siberian wi

sps echoed around the table as the other executives dr

s back, which was still pressed close to Da

p and looked down at

all art department rev

ath, keeping her tone

hat a junior artist doesn't have the cl

e slowly wiped the fingers that had just touched her paper, hi

andkerchief int

If you have a problem wit

the humiliation. Thinking of her daughter's

Jimenez," she sai

riding out of the conference room. Once the doors shut,