My Billionaire's Secret

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against the windows providing a fitting soundtrack to my darkening mood. The interview had gone diff

ories of my humble beginnings and remarkable rise to power at face value. Instead, she'

he air mirroring the charged atmosphere between us. I hadn't missed the way she'd resp

better of her journalistic discretion. When I'd found her snooping in my theatre earlier, it had taken all of my u

f the single malt I'd been nursing. The peaty warmth slid down my throat, fueling my own desire as I thoug

t patio, I breathed in the fresh, rainy air, exhaling the las

habit of grazing rather than sitting down for full meals alone. Tonight, however, was different. "Sims, have Claude prepare a fu

d at the man's back. Sims was too old-school and too well trained to say a word, but we'd been together a lo

the evening ahead. I hadn't given Quinn the option to turn down my invitation, but I knew, deep down, that she wouldn't have

y women over the years--before and after Julia. Models, actresses, society's elite - there were plenty of women interested in

itting across from me a few hours ago in my study, the thought of bendi

furnishings that adorned my home. But my thoughts were elsewhere, fixed on the intriguing young woman who I'd allowed in my life--in m

, but still a puzzle I yearned to unravel, a challenge I was determined to conquer. Something about her was different-a steeliness in her gaze, an unspoken determination that matched my own. Though my inv

t look before, though infrequently, in the boardrooms and cocktail parties I frequented-the look of a person who knew exactly what she wanted

roaming throughout the house my eyes scanning the luxurious surroundings that usually

protect all at once. It was absurd, ridiculous even, given that we had just met. But there was

dark, possessive joy. I ran a finger along the arm of the chair she had sat in, imagining her slender form nestled within its plush confines. A l

that burned fiercely. And as the storm raged on, I contemplate