Stranded with the Billionaire

IRENASHE stood inside the elevator, tapping her feet to the music. She shifted her weight and lifted her thumb to chew. Why would Peter invite her on a Saturday? The editor never did that. And if they did, it is for a good reason. Though she tried to suppress her excitement, important words, a career-changing story, kept running through her mind. Her roommate Lindsay is right. There is no need to get upset if it is nothing. She took a deep breath and smoothed her skirt with her hand. There must be something wrong with her recent post. That is all. But Peter wanted to talk to her in person—on a Sunday. A story that changed her career replayed in her mind. Before she could get mad enough to dissect his intentions, the elevator rang, and the doors opened. She walked into the lobby of the Magazine, one of Country's most popular magazine headquarters. The hall was unusually quiet today. Sara, the receptionist, is not sitting at her desk, where the phone usually rings every ten seconds

SAGE AMANDA was too busy talking to the person on the other end of the call to talk to Sage, which he was grateful for. He followed her as they made their way down the hall. He tries not to get frustrated with her pace when all he wants to do is get out of the building. His outfit drives him crazy. He wants to wear normal clothes and go back to his normal life. He suppressed a sigh as Amanda pushed open the glass door. His normal life is gone. Everything has changed. It didn't help that Miss. Derrick made fun of him, and in many ways. Her bright eyes and dusty freckles seemed to be etched in his mind, no matter how far he tried to push them away. Desperately distracted, he glanced around, spotted Titan, and whistled. This Newfoundland dog is the only saving grace he has had in his crazy life. "Come on, boy," he said, patting his leg. Titan turned his head towards him and quickly stood up. The marble floors are not for dogs and cause their paws to slide down. When he fina

SAGE DARKNESS surrounded Sage as he lay in bed, staring up at the smooth ceiling. Glancing at his watch, he groaned. It was four o'clock in the morning and he couldn't sleep. His mind won't stop working. He stirred in the silk sheets and lay down on his stomach. Another hour before he needs to wake up. Another hour before damage control. Another hour before the world knows what a terrible man his father was. He rubs his face with his hand. Now there is no race. Too many people's livelihood depends on him. The family will change if he can't solve this problem. His chest contracted as he sat up. He needs a hot shower. Pulling off the blanket, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. The heat from his heated floor travels up his legs and settles in his stomach. Elsewhere, cool autumn weather will affect people's lives. He flinched as he made his way to the adjoining bathroom. He missed the way the outdoors grounded him. All those luxuries were not his, but his father'

IRENA AFTER the limo had been rolling for a minute, Irena sat up. Anger flooded her body as the woman's last words ran through her. Does Sage know what his dad did? Is she stupid to think he knows nothing? She shook her head. Of course, he would lie. He's rich. The feeling of wetness on her hand pulled her out of her train of thought. She squealed and looked around. Her breathing became hoarse as she stared at the dog's face the day before. He was sitting among the parallel benches in front of her. His heartbeat coincided with the beat of his tail hitting the ground. "W-Why are there dogs here?" she cried, her voice choking with each word. As if talking to her was the key to liberation, the dog stepped forward and pressed his face against Irena's face. She shouted and raised her hands. Ever since she was attacked by a German Shepherd as a child, she has been terrified of dogs. And this fear has not faded with age. The dog's wet nose rubs against its skin. She shivered as she le

IRENA IT didn't take long before the plane was ready and rolling down the runway. As the plane took off, Irena clutched the handrails to her death. She deliberately put her life in the hands of Sage Kennedy . What is she thinking? She had to do some breathing exercises she learned at the yoga studio—trips requested by Bridget—to calm her nerves. It didn't help that her argument with Sage kept coming to her mind. Man, he really gets goosebumps with his cocky ideas and sexy arms. She shook her head. It wasn't something she should be thinking about. He was a stuffy, rude billionaire. But the image of your muscular arm under the white shirt kept coming back to me. She rubbed her eyes, blaming herself. She's not going to be the swoon, swoon girl that guys like Sage attract. She is better than that. She leans back in her chair, tilts her head back. It makes the interior of the plane more spacious than flying in an overbooked carriage. Traveling with a rich man has its advantages. The