The Billionaire's Muse

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have much of a choice. Today, she had to come in and pump me with those tubes that made sure that I didn't crash along the line. My strength level

the head maid, my nutritionist, and of course, Grenada. My business partners and the press only knew that I was taking a break from work, nothing more. Tha

eled me that she has lasted for four days, going to the fifth without quitting. Her will was strong. I have tried every technique that usually m

're not as strong as you used to be. Doing anything rash will ha

d nag their wayward child. Even with that,

my medicatio

and you can disentangle the tubes. I'll be on my way then. Your assistant should be here an

ately wanted gone? As far as I have seen, she has only proven persistent, nothing else. Clumsy, irrita

in my heart due to her. I still wasn't ready to let go of the pain and hurt. The reason I strived tirelessly to become successful. To have my revenge and to get in shape. The past was un

tubes one at a time. I wasn't used to the whole procedure, no matter how many times we did it. With the

ne, Brandon informed me that we were ready to m

chen. That was unlike my house. It was always quiet and moderate. Not loud and unproductive. Call it boring, it was my preference. The maids should

ce of change sat on the stool, happily talking about something, which caused the mai

though she was wearing nude-thigh-high sheer socks. She looked comfortable and at home. I couldn't care less. This wasn't a f

ould no longer contain my anger. “Isabel, car

ponded, head now and hands linked in front of

more

ork. Seeing that she has not even had a bite, “I'll give you five mi

the car door open. It was the early hours of the morning a

he day. I didn't go out often and on days like this, I made sure to handle as much business as I could. I always looked forw

eared immediately before she got to the car. She waved at the uninterested guards and reached for the door handle. She was always doing that. Trying to be

ing in. She did it forgetting that the car was tinted from the outside not insi

to me. Gluing herself to the car door

fashion display. Neutral colors are best for official meetings,” I corrected. The cloth made her look like a joke. Like SpongeB

with regret. “I didn't know that we had a dress code and color for the meeting. I'll p

mething about that? You look dissolved. More like

ck that would refine my eyes each time I stared at her. Not this one

t about the whole thing. “If it bothers you so much, sir, I can stay in the car and not be seen anywhere next to you

roblems. Not add to it.” Turning my attention away from her, I gazed at Br

. As we began to roll out of my driveway, my phone buzzed. Reaching for it, I opened my email, and it was the email I have been waiting for. U