The Billionaire's Unexpected Wife

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ker room, I was glad to see the place was quiet enough. I guessed the hotel was nearly booked out for the gala that evening, and everyone else would be

h of the room coddle me, and at once started to feel better. Slipping below the wa

he title, but there was a watercolor image on the front-and sipping on a cocktail, wearing a one-piece suit that was cut low at the front to show off her generous cleavage. Th

t to my dick. I paused for a moment, seeing if she would notice me, but she didn't look up from the pages. I shrugged to myself and kept on swimming, enjoying the view when I came up for air, and

was only twenty minutes till the gala started, and I needed to get my ass in gear. I pulled myself up and out of the pool, heading for a quick shower, and when I looked

rrived, the room was thronging with noise and people, the buzz of the chatter rising above the crowd and filling the enormous space. I took a deep breath and dug down deep inside to find m

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ame. I found myself facing Neil Grayson, a

assing waiter for a drink. If I was going to be here, then I was going to take advantage of

s going for him. He introduced me to a friend of his, an up-and-comer here in Vegas, and I realized tonight could actually be u

t of the conversation with Neil and the newcomer

mind that it was her. I would have recognized that body anywhere, even if it was now poured into a deep green velvet dr

r hand as she tossed her head back and burst out laughing at something they'd said. The dress was c

ered where I was and what I was supposed to be doing. I reluctantly p

e interesting now. Maybe I could buy her that