Trapped by the Billionaire

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window only helped to remind me how close I was to seeing my father. My only hope was that he was

ht ahead. I needed his understanding, his sympathy if possible because if I was not convinci

her, right? This will j

the eye, his reaction putting me on alert.

t it's too lat

e." He alre

losed my eyes, mentally preparing myself for what punishment he would mete ou

only told him that Mr Walters had me

I pres

hat it was so brief that you two didn't have the time to get

e? You could have just told me all

g a grin for my benefit that lasted for just a second. I wasn't a kid, be

He squeezed my palm to signify that he understood and had given his fo

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on me. The lady in my bed moaned and reached out her hands in front of her, her eyes still closed. When she

etween us with a leisured stride towards my bar. I longed for something to absolve me of the memory of her body underneath mine. Bourbon would do the trick, I agreed and selected a red bottle full of it. She was a screame

e hint of tears. Shameless. I slammed my glass d

hroom. I could hear her sobbing but it only infuriated me the more. Twisting the knob of the shower, h

had been dropped off at one of my apartments where I had gone to meet her. I had not slept with her because I was attracted to her but she was there, like a foolish lamb drawn to

She was already in her skimpy dress when I came into the bedroom again, struggling with the straps of her heels. Noticing

water running down my chest. She jammed her legs together, squeezing s

ff as soon as you tell h

rehead and her shiverin

you the minute you wal

and she manage

om on my desk. Within seconds,

d the desk in the room, draining the remaining contents of the fiery liquor. Putting the glass away safely on the carpet floor which still bore the imprints of Nancy's knees, a strange

a notification had come in. I turned it over in