Slave For The Billionaire Boss

ehind the counter, wiping down the already spotless surface, her mind racing with the responsibilities she had to face that day. Th

' tragic accident in a car crash six months ago was beginning to feel too heavy. She often wondered

n that he

eatures were enough to stop anyone in their tracks. But it wasn't just his appearance that caught the attention of those arou

power, wealth, and cold indifference. He didn't smile. He didn't socialize. And he definitely didn't visit cafés like hers. But ton

ef second, and it was as if

his voice low and s

self out of her daze. She nodded

him. There was something about his presence-something magnetic. H

she thought she saw a flicker of something in his eyes-something that

?" she asked, trying to make small ta

le. "No. I'm here for business," he replied

like him to give such a compliment, especially to some

said quietly, uns

ere was no need for words. Then, the storm outside began to intensify, and just as Precious was about to

hers once more, but this time, it felt different

was gone, leaving only the scent o

racing. The encounter had been brief, but it f

as just the beginning of a whirlwind