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My Billionaire's Secret

Chapter 2 Storms

Word Count: 1226    |    Released on: 28/09/2024

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my anxiety away and lay down on the bed, my hands clasped over my chest, trying to rem

oth voice flowed throug

d chosen for the interview, I took a final cleansing

hting. Oil paintings of haunting moors and dramatic storms lined the hunter green hallway. Interesting. The ru

dark oak door. The latch clicked loudly as the man turned th

the room, I hesitated a moment before raising

her chair behind the desk was empty, however. My eyes scanned the room until I finally s

r for so long. Broad-shouldered and powerfully built, he stood well ove

han the few photos that were available of him, his presence utterly commanding. Even from across the room, the

iseled features were ruggedly handsome, from the sharp angles of his cheekbones to the firm line of his jaw dusted wi

rumble that vibrated straight through me

m lashed the glass with blinding sheets of ra

th an effort. Get it together,

of how steady my voice sounded. "A little a

y. "Is that so? Well, we can't hav

rickle on the back of my neck. A subtle undercurrent of...

ld up my digital recorde

of his hand, he indicated one of

ng him more intently. Lachlan McIntyre was a complete enigma -

gan once settled in the plush chair. "I know you value your pr

o lean back against the edge of his desk, arms crossed over tha

isarming. my mouth suddenly went dry. What was it about this

rt at the beginning? Take me back to your childhood, your upb

ambition was bred into me from an early age. I came from...humble beginnings, you

made me want to squirm in my seat at such close proximity. "I'm sure you've heard the stories - the y

eem to capture the full picture, though. There are so many...layers

st be termed predatory. "Is that your diplomatic way of saying t

's more to your story than meets the eye. As a journalist, I want to go beyond the

hoed my words, letting them hang b

my lips before he spoke again. "And if I told you

s sent a shiver of pure visceral awareness down my spine. What was this diz

But before I could speak, a deafening boom shook the room as a bolt of lightning

he other came up to brace against the high wing back - effectively caging me between his arms

, heated rasp with a hint of an accent that seemed to vibrate

to thicken and churn with an electric, undeniable charge. I could feel the heat radiati

happeni

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