Seductive Mr.Billionaire

each curl. She was beautiful, he'd give her that Amir Alec sure had good taste. Her skin shone like a freshly polished porcelain doll, and anytime the light hit it at just the right angle the dark

d been the case for me all the weeks I'd spent memorizing every facial feature of

follow. What life decision had been the altering factor in the but

me there were some questions that didn't need to be asked, I got into the private investigator job five years ago after a misdemeanor and tampering with evidence had forced me to

m a very important observation. Goddamnnit, I wasn't the only one following th

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with an insane amount of lack of sleep was not one I needed to have on this day. Today was very important, so much so that after getting home from work last night I kept working till three am, I finally fell asleep aft

socialite was definitely not what I'd thought I would do with her life wh

s should suffice. I had a lot to deal with and listening to insults on the outdated state of my clothes or shoes might just be the thi

ted, the proximity to the bus was much easier for me as is not waking up with fifty other empty rooms and let's face it a cult like staff waiting on me h

ator 6:24, my time read. The bus ride had taken almost thirty minutes and as though the work go

n I think as I walk into the office, it's not even

e room. There she was-the Instagram queen herself, reigning tyrant of all things trending

e like I was a less-than-interesting pet

ge of last-minute demands, each more ridiculous than the last. I c

ir; you breathe whatever the masses inhale." It was her universe, and the rest of us were just biding our time in her orbit.

an unholy rhythm on my desk, "we're

wasn't even out yet, and it was already on its second reb

"Think...ethereal meets streetwear. Like, urban angels. But als

ot it," I said, doing my best to tr

ond the size of a grape flashing. Leah had spent the better part of the early 2000s building her name in the adult entertainment ind

note to dodge the tabloids and promo shot

he cover of People. I mean, we all know Lawal married me for charity poi

d PR-wise than any of her other husbands combined. Now she was on number three-Blaine Ashwood, some tech billionaire who thought the whole "a

all about legacy, Sabrina," she announced, using air quotes for "legacy," as if she were

I repeated, making a note and silently wondering how long B

been easy finding a job to put my art and design degree to good use, it has been from one freelance position to another so when this opportunity came on especially with

today if this show was a massive success, to finally be able to put this on my resume would open me up to so many other

he immediately catches herself and mellows it to the fake air

can start practicing the new set list you came up with last nig

have them send those instead and swap the Tiffany key chains for guccis. The guest lists will updated to include 20 mo

last minute changes she requested this morning six

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thinking about coming within ten miles of this place. Yet here I was, willing to risk her wrath for a glimpse. Call it obsession, call it stupid-hell, maybe both. My guys

enough to think I could just stroll up and demand an audience. No, that would be a surefire way to set her off, and I didn't come here to ma

ng not to look out of place. My six-foot-four frame isn't exactly inconspicuous, one of the many reasons I didn't exactly p

A quick appearance, no drama-she might even appreciate that, right? But then, there she was. God had, apparently, chosen to take pity on me. She

er quiet confidence and that damn smile, could stop my heart cold. The first time I saw her, it was like my chest for

my car. Could she have recognized it? Because, to my complete shock, she was moving toward me. There was no

, my driver, to get us t

y out in slow motion, the man grabs Sabrina and in seconds hitting her on the side of her head she is knocked out imm

ough that Sabrina has just been put into a car. A man has just kno