A Kiss With The Billionaire Widower

t ajar. A mischievous thought crossed my mind, and I couldn't resist the temptation to take a peek inside. Pushing the door open I was greeted by a sight that left me in awe. The room was vast an

sity got the better of me, I reached out to grab a book, flipping through the pages before placing it back on the shelf. Just as I was about to leave, disaster struck the bo

im, still holding onto the shelves for dear life. "mr Anderson what are you doing here? "I asked, trying to regain composure. He took a step closer, his voice dripping with irritation. "this is my room, Chloe. I hate it when people touc

ust let her rest, "the doctor assured him. "All alright, Mr. Anderson replied with a hint of concern in his voice. I will leave now. Call me if anything changes. "the doctor left the room leaving me alone with Mr Anderson. I could feel his

ment. My mind raced, trying to comprehend the situation. "And do you kiss strangers too? "he added, his voice lingering in the air. My eyes widened in shock and confusion. "sir, I don't know what you are talking about, "I m

fear and uncertainty washed over me. Would he fire me? Desperately I struggled to free myself from his grasp, but the more I resisted, the tighter his hold became. In my panicke

ck, I noticed it was already 2 am. Determined to find solace in my sleep, I try to force myself to rest, but my mind is too restless to find peace. Frustrated, I decided to go downstairs for a glass of water, hoping it would help calm my nerves. As I reach the kitchen I try to open the fridge. But it stubbornly refuses to budge. Frustration builds up inside me, and I summon all my strengths to open it. Just as I exert my force, a hand suddenly appears, preventing the fridge from hitting my head. Grateful, I murmur a quick" Thank you" without even turning to see who it is. When I finally turned around, my eyes met mr Anderson's gaze. Time seemed to stand still as we locked

rstand why I was reacting this way, so I stood in front of the mirror, hoping for some answers. Looking at my reflection, I held my face, trying to make sense of the emotions swirling inside of me. Am I falling in love with Mr Anderson? "I question aloud, my voice filled w