The Billionaire's Secret Obsession

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ist's desk. A camera was on the desk as a redh

cleared

olted up, a nervous smile on her face and

d. "What can I d

cybercafé

r." She pointed in a direction. "

you. I'll

sure enough, the café wa

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ad found her just like I saw in those photos. Photos that were hidden deep

h. My throat became clogged as I tried to keep my tears at bay. I knew it was

uting for a job that could keep me hidden from the eyes of Jace. Silently promising to

urgent in-house maid here in New York, and I

was

eyebrow, a

resumption?" The woman on the oth

, I

s. I expect you'll be here before 6 p

m, I'll b

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where. I cleared my mind, willing myself to focus on arranging my stuff to move immediately. The motel I was l

. I knew the person I worked for was rich, but I didn't know she was this rich. T

ring my thoughts. I c

w, not

The garden behind me was trimmed to perfection, and the water that flowed through the fountain situated in the middle of the garden sp

red petite woman appeared, holding the door.

tched with a scowl. Then, she disappeared into the house, leaving the door

the AC, but the cold did nothing for the

like it was stuck in the 1800s. I didn't have much time to take it in as I hurried behind her. Her heels cl

rivacy is being disturbed." She flipped her blonde hair as she turned to face me, almost whipping my face in the process. I stepped back. "

odd

s!" I flinched

have to raise he

am," I sa

ven here for up to fifteen minutes. She turned away, beckoning with her hands for me to follow. She gave me a

ry since books were stacked on tall shelves and she called it 'the room for whatever', her

e majority of the other rooms she had shown me and it lacked a lot

f with the kitchen and everywhere else. I'm sure you don't need

odded. "Ye

u can call me," she said as s

y questions, I expect you to figure out

I planned to dive nose-deep into whatever work that woul

y belongings when my phone

fiancé will be back

would you like f

e to tell you how

to my forehead. Wa

am. I just wanted to know wh

cking head,'

out of my room, down the hall, and then to the kitchen. I wasn't going to lose my cool where this woman was concerned. T

d decided to prepare Italian; aft

the fridge when I halted, my eyes widening. 6ft something inches, dark curly h

open. What was

t me in awe. As usual, the intensity of his eyes poured throu

to be sure I wasn't da

t me, confirming