Seducing The Billionaire

a loud thud at my office door. So do I, until reality slaps me in th

s voice. "This isn't funny. If you think pretending to fai

ppens. Panic puts me right in a wringer as I h

wake the hell up. Th

mn

my arms bridal style and hurrie

tic. Fuck any police who tries to stop me fo

something happening to her. When we get t

t, and carry Gypsy in my arms again as I brea

lp

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her stomach since morning and her body doesn't do well wi

reath. This is all my fau

hospital, I find myself inside Gypsy's room. She's still s

tudy her face. Even sleeping and completely u

o mould very contour of her face. That small nose sitting

ery time I look into them, the reason why I

and lies around her head. As if she couldn't get any se

getting

slowly opening. She groans,

. They said you haven't eaten all day... So I brought...I brought

udden. "Oh my God. Zeke. I need

e bed, I quickly get up to hold her. "Gypsy, take it easy. Y

hen you were making me work on a use

ery thought of the file. She struggles to

omething first." I tell her firmly,

he bowl of lasagna furiously. She rips off the lid and div

s to go slow but her hunger seems to get the better of

Is. No

steps out. She walks pass me without even

r and drive back to the company because Gyp

psy groans after looking at the s

be very important to her. The thought scorches me so

hen add when she looks at me in su

laugh escapes her lips. It's not a happy laugh.

appened, Mr. Douchebag. Especially sinc

ealize I'm not even off

last time you'll be see

ns on her flat hee

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ething. I fucking n

o which is used as a fighting arena. I've been

ve to work again for the rest of my life. Fighting makes me

Gypsy, I feel even shittier. My oppo

ants to spe

immediately I and Da

an all dark suit and pants that see

on a anybody's payroll, so I thin

here and make all that dough that you make." The look

er. What the fuck does

s to tal

he expects me to go with him. Thinking about it, realize tha

talk to me, tell him to come

want to stand up the bo

er of the arena. I'm the best fighter around h

ugh a door that leads to another underground tunnel. I wonder how

ont of a door a

t i

he ever come

nside. He just wants

oor handle and pry the door open, getting ins

lace. Still I can barely see the man who supposedly wants to talk to me ev

on't he switch

ne calls you around here."

I ask imp

nd here. And you've never los

." I

all me to retell me

ights bets in your favour, and you

our point he

people. You fight tonight and I've learnt about 95 percent of all those who bet, bet in your favour. Th

the verge of opening the door

se in the race tonig

to make out his face in the dark

hear me

ucker actual

e hell will

nd vice versa. With how much money has been bet on y

r wins or your loses. How the fuck do you expect me to lose right now?

s time it rings dangerously,

ant to do as I've

don't give a fuck a

early see he was fuming wit

you wouldn't want to get on my bad s

sc

want to get on it either. If that's all, I'll ta

walk toward

fe. I swear by all things holy Enzo, I'll make you regret it. I'm g

This man surely got ego problems. I grab the doo

Nobody, absolutely nobody

I hear before I get