In love with my Billionaire Step-Brother

The pale woman lying on the bed was nothing like the woman who had raised her since she was two years old. The woman who was lying before her with her shallow breathing was nothing like the strong vibrant vivacious woman who had made sure that she had a home and a safe place where she would not be watching things that no child needs to watch.“Mom, do you need some water?” asked Cara as she quickly blinked away the tears that were threatening to blind her vision.“You know that I can see you crying. I can hear you sniffling at all the points of time when I am sleeping,” said the woman on the bed. This woman’s name was Matilda Walsh and she was suffering from stage four lungs cancer which was the reason talking was so difficult for her.“You are not to take much pressure at all. You do realise that, right?” asked Cara as she wiped her face and then said,” I know that you have to speak a lot so I have made sure that you can talk to me. I have given you something to calm you down and you

“Can you Miss Welsh?” Xavier’s tone was hard. “Because the last time I checked my parents were still happily married to each other. To my knowledge neither of them is hiding additional spouses or secret stepchildren.” Her blush intensified. She had expected this to be tricky. It was why she had put such careful thought into what she would say but how she would say it if she ever got the chance. But now that she was here and he was standing before her so much more imposing in the flesh than she had imagined she couldn't recall one single sentence now she had so painstakingly crafted in her mind. Cara swallowed. “Maybe we could sit down?” She suggested. For a long moment he didn't move just stood there staring at her eyes narrowed to the slit sub silver grey as if he were debating whether to have her thrown out or let her stay. Finally as her composer teetered on the brink of collapse gesture to a chair in front of the desk. Relief pushed to smile on to her face. “Thank you,” she sai

Barcelona was basking in the heat of a blazing sun beneath the glorious blue sky when Cara emerged from the hostel just before 11:00 AM. She had risen late and lingered over breakfast chatting with the Canadian guy and the young German couple who had wanted to ask her a one your questions about Australia. She waited a bit, pausing on the pavement outside the hostel she Ramesh in her tote bag for her sunglasses and slip them on. She had a mild headache and her ears rank still from the over loud music in the club last night but at least she wasn't suffering with a hangover. She had one tequila shot with the girls and then stuck with lime and soda water for the rest of the time.The dancing had been fun but the clubbing scene really wasn't her thing. She had only gone because the 2 Irish girls with whom she was sharing a room had invited her out and the prospect of a few hours of defending music and final loving company had appealed more than sitting alone feeling sorry for herself.“Sen

Turning away from the stunning view Cara went inside and took a shower in the massive ensuite bathroom and afterwards pulled on a pair of Navy dress jeans and a short sleeved white gloves she hadn't thought to ask Rosa about the dress code for dinner and she had never died with a billionaire in his home before so smart casual seems to be the safest option.After dying her hair into a loose not at her neighbor she checked the time and decided to make an appearance 10 minutes earlier than Rosa had recommended. If her host was a stickler for punctuality she would rather be early than be even a minute late.The villa was so big she took 2 wrong turns on her way to the formal dining room before she finally located it bossing in the hallway she touched a hand to her hair and took a deep breath and then walked into the room Rosa was there and then Cara smiled at her then shifted her girls to the long dining table and the single place setting at one end.Before she had fully processed the imp

So incendiary.Because even knowing Cara’s pride was at serious risk she couldn't pretend those little detonations of heat that occurred beneath her skin when she was near him weren't disturbingly real.It was all very well trying to ignore her bodies’ response to him but today she had stood in his office and found herself on the receiving end of a very frank and very masculine appraisal the inevitable flash of heat and awareness that had been so overpowering she had feared he would see some evidence of it.Even more disturbing had dreamed the trick her imagination had played on her. Or maybe it had been a trick of light reflecting in those cool grey eyes that had for a brief moment made them look blisteringly hot and molten.To unbalance her completely there had been movements when his hostility and surliness had abated and they kind of dry reluctant amusement had surfaced.It was all terribly confusing.And overwhelming.And no wonder her stomach was jumping with nerves as she made