From Jilted Ex To Your Billionaire Stepmother

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ocking. A draft of early winter air rushed in from the cracked floor-to-ceilin

the muscular man scrambling to pull the duvet over his bare waist. Gary Mitchell-my boyfri

to me, this was

panic flashing in his gray-blue eyes. He tried to sit

ing her blonde waves over her collarbone so I ha

he act,

rd, my heels sinking i

ways as scheduled as t

his panic morphing in

be straight with you. Keri is

e sugary as she traced her red nails down Gary's arm. "After

y palms until the drafting callus on my right middle finger pr

aceho

up the half-empty bottle of Dom Pér

couldn't afford a carbon-fiber s

alf an inch before p

your price, take the mone

st the marble, pulled a Montblanc pen from my

rous, let's settle six years of PR managemen

slapped the note onto the

down, his pup

enna, have you lost your mind?

ring her mouth wi

e was a total gold digger

said, looking down at him without blinking. "Or would you prefer I send the re

y's face. His hand shook a

you kept

or wait for a le

ved the pen between

ck

rawled the numbers across the paper. I plucked the check from his fin

dog. May you tw

nd slammed the heavy oak door behind

ght band around my ribs finally loosened. I pressed the down button, w

g phone from my coat pocket. Over a dozen tex

eeds two hundred grand for the down paym

ext message popped

thing to him. Stop being so selfis

ine. Leaning against the stee

up. Don't ask me

annye's reply flashe

t about your brother's mortgag

e. I opened her contact page a

ing doors into the freezing Boston wind and climbed into the back of

ass, I kept my hand over the wallet holdin

p again with a text f

ain. Perhaps we should