THE BILLIONAIRE'S LITTLE WIFE

his belly on the executive lounge. A tiny piece of towel was

he lounge giggling and gossiping with

't he have women flocking aro

ds whispered lo

ho is always in company of men is prone

w tune and looked at Aust

thing to say, don't

id scolded h

ully dropped Dylan's phone on th

do here is

d and slowly turne

scratch his neck. He wasn't sure if he sh

nd shuddered in response. He could dare not look at h

nd woman's fantasy but can you st

f in and hurriedly started the massage. He knew better than to question Dylan's orders;

n't need to see his thoughts. The thought of seeing those piercing eyes boring into his soul ma

silence, he wouldn't know how much his heart hurt when he saw Dylan' s cold gaze on him. He tried to ignore what his heart wanted to say whenever their eyes met, or when he had been asked the same question, or when

is him. No doubt about that. And yet his brain always seemed unable to accept the fact that

to care either way i

is chest. It was suffocating to no end but Austin refused to let anything show. There was no

quietly to himself when Austin knelt down beside him with the oil in his hands.

ke too sudden movements s

though he was looking directly into Dylan's eyes while doing the massage.

almost imperceptibly and Austin

doesn't even have the nerve if he wants to. His only job was to keep Dylan

looked at Dylan' s face to make sure the massage was doing its work before pro

loudly and tilted his head back. He swallowed hard trying to push away those images of Dylan doing that exact thing t

away from Austin's g

m to call Hailey's and a

r. Austin felt a tag of

like I am nothing? He is hurtin

hought p

boss, r

d then bowe

d towards the maids a

tter things to do o

d and fled, giving him his most preci

let the towel fall and headed str

ff these massage oi