Owned By The Billionaire

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dbye to my father. He was the one who destroyed my mother's

r. And if he thought he could buy someone

of London. It looked like a mausoleum on the outside, so it surprised me

gn of the hall. But it infuriated me to think that some

ded then and there that Vincent Baker was an idiot. I knew

ter. The pristine white suit was in perfect harmony with the interior. She was typing away at th

hat went annoyingly well with the outfit and the i

ecting me!" I replied, proud of how I was holding my head

taking this position. She was scanning me all over, so I kept a

eck! May I ask yo

his was simply ridiculous. But when she heard my name, her entire posture changed.

know you are here" So he was really expecting me. I couldn't have done

Tiara Glare is here to see Mr. Baker," she said in a formal tone and an equally

same broad smile, she replied. "Mr. Baker is

hat led to the elevators. I pressed the button to get it and as soon as I w

? Couldn't I have torn up that contract and looked for another way to make the money my mother needed? I could have asked a bank

'll tell the billionaire a piece of my mind and go back to my apar

ave been his personal assistant. A tall, slender woman with long blonde hair. Sudd

y. Mr. Baker is waiting for you

and stepped towards the en

y stand, but I lifted my chin. Vincent Baker was not supposed to see a wo

aque at my eye level. Vincent B

deep breath and

ainy London landscape. As soon as he heard my footsteps, h

at had happened this very morning. "I can't

erywhere, in newspapers, magazines, on TV, and he wa

is vivid blue-sky eyes were visible from ac

ose, the two dimples from his cheeks. Even if he was not smiling, I just k

dropping to his naughtily allur

is well-worked chest, swelling his biceps enough to feel a warmth throughou

tion to the fact that I hadn't had sex f

one my first smart move. I crossed my arms over my breasts, which immediately rose to my c

re, Miss Glare," he finally said and

married?" I asked with uncharacteristic awkward

the incident from earlier this morning. My eyes wandered around the office when, by chance

the floor. The more he stared at me and I stared at him, the more I realized he had a

was terrifying, fierce, swirling. If he stayed in this posture much lo

and more, and although I wanted to lower my gaze, I

world. Finally, he smiled slightly, still holding m

act says, Miss Gla