Forced Romance : The story of Claire and her billionaire boyfriend

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e a father figure to me-something I sorely needed since my own father was practically a ghost. He took m

ging, probably realizing after years of wor

nt, it was almost muscle memory-just another monotonous day. If it were up to me, I

e men at a particularly loud table

ing crude gestures. However, when I pass

alking to you

a drink, then leave,

a short skirt like that; y

t more aggressive than usual. I scanned the room for Rocco or any of my male colleague

d her; le

ped out of a swimwear magazine. Even in my predicament, I had to ad

"Move along, Prince Charming

ed and then punched him in th

an glanced over at me, his gaze intense as he scanned for any inj

asked for a reprieve from my boring lifest

looked back at me. "Are you okay?" he

orm any words under

ile, a hint of a smile on h