Mr. Billionaire's Second Chance
Billionaire Preston Clarke conquered my bed and stole my heart.
If only he hadn’t broken it and walked into the office a year later… as my new boss.
I know, I know. It’s my fault for falling for a filthy rich and obscenely handsome Manhattan type.
Silly of me to think Preston had something more beneath his immaculate suit than just a chiseled body.
But what a body. I still wake up sweating from dreams about the night we shared.
I thought knowing I’ll never experience one again was torture enough. I was wrong.
Because working with him every single day is definitely worse.
I hate that he thinks he can order me around or that he still thinks I belong to him.
And I really hate that he stays late in the office when I try to bury myself in work to stop thinking about him.
Most of all though, I hate seeing glimpses of the man I once believed he was.
Hints of true passion and charm beneath Mr. Billionaire’s stone-cold demeanor.
But it doesn’t matter how many evenings we spend together in the office.
There is absolutely no way I’m falling for him again.
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