BILLIONAIRE'S LIES

ed momentarily in her mind-an insane, dangerous idea, to create life. She wanted a child, a family-but on her terms. Now, sitting across the perfec

child, and never would it be known. And who is it that he comes out to be? A doctor, what he is-a healer by calling, one who has proven alrea

actly that-a good thing for what she intended to do with him. He needed to fall for her; he had to t

r back into reality. His blue eyes wer

and pasting on a charming smile. "

ad, curiosity running alo

to be subtle. She must retain his interest without his catching on. "About what

t his eyes refuse to let hers go. "You are not alone,

meticulously crafted into herself tottered. Benedict had never made her feel this vulnerable and needy; yet there was s

knew it was a moment of i

been thinking a lot lately. About life and how much time we

ows lifted in in

ed to her. "I guess I've been so focused on my brand that I've forgott

little?" Benedict asked, his smile te

s glint. "Maybe I need to start thinking about things a lit

shiver down her spine. "I'd say that's a healthy rea

her gaze fixed on him. "You're a surgeon. Surely you'r

er. "I guess I don't make time for it enough," he said. "Work keeps me occupied, and I find it really hard to fi

later. Every little detail was going to help her in finding him. "So you're

sound was warm, invi

ve him a teasing look. "Well, maybe we should help each other out wi

clearly intrigued by the off

though her chest was already racing. "Just unwinding time. No expe

r hand, but then Benedict's features relaxed, and h

ested; and for her, that was enough. From here, she'd draw him in, slowly but surely. And when the time was righ

t captured all her thoughts; the way she carried herself, her playful wit that caught him off guard. Yet, despite all her beauty and undeniable appeal, he had told himself from the start that he

even took a few late-night strolls through Central Park. In surprise, it amazed Benedict how easily he was able to talk with her and how they could both pic

stamped out. His work always came first. He could not afford dist

t sometimes, their conversation would graze the edges of something deeper, something unspoken that hung between them, a questio

ly dimly and played soft music in the background. Benedict came directly from the hospital; instead of his white coat and stethoscope, he wore a crisp, button-down

asked her voice light, winding he

small smile. "Long, but successful. M

reat. You must get such an overwhelming feeling from what yo

t of the job. I don't like to dwell on it too much. Honestly,

, but a glimmer of something - a soft understanding

out. "I don't know if it's humility or just survival," he said, his voice light as he

ing him smile against his will. "Stil

g complimented so pointedly. "Thanks," he mutter

re he looked back up, catching Sabrina

out on something?" she whispered, vo

furrow as he could not help but be taken

ways so focused, so driven. Do you ever think ab