Billionaire Ever After
“If that’s bourbon, I’m going to have to ask you to marry me.”
Once upon a time, I met Talia Richards at a charity fundraiser, and my world stopped on a dime. When she proposed I work with her on a project, I leapt at the chance. Months later, I’ve only seen her twice since that fateful night. Twice. I’m dying.
The day I cave in and fly out to visit her, I watch as she is unfairly fired by a pair of dimwits—one of which is quickly acquainted with my fist. I sweep in and offer Talia a contract to work for me, as long as she doesn’t mind moving into the townhouse next door…
A balcony away, she’s driving me crazy in the best way imaginable. She’s in my bed, her long dark hair tangled around my limbs as well as my heart. She keeps reminding me she’s going home soon. Now to convince her that what we have is as rare and wild as she is… Here goes nothin’.
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