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Touched by the Billionaire, Owned by the Devil 62
The front door clicked shut, sealing out the cool night air while my hand lingered on the deadbolt. The metal was still cold from the outside, a sharp contrast to the warmth lingering in my chest. The coastal trip had finally arrived. Just hours ago, the salt breeze had tangled my hair while I stood on a cliffside overlooking the ocean, watching Gideon review the coastal property blueprints with the project manager. Harold had offered me a peppermint from his glovebox on the drive back, and Gideon had quietly insisted I take the larger portion of my lunch, his eyes soft and entirely focused on my comfort. He had even taken off his jacket to drape over my shoulders when the wind picked up, his touch brief but grounding. It had been a good day. A safe day. I had not told Shane I was with Gideon. I had simply texted that a site review was running late. The living room was pitch black, the only light spilling from the streetlamp outside. Shane sat in the armchair, a dark silhouette agai
Touched by the Billionaire, Owned by the Devil 60
"Three sick days in two weeks," Sarah announced, loud enough for the entire row to hear while she stirred sugar into her coffee. "Must be nice, having a boss who just lets you disappear whenever you feel a little tired."My fingers kept moving over the keyboard, typing the next row of vendor data while her words hung in the air. Nobody looked up, and nobody stopped typing, but the rhythm of the room shifted, making the back of my neck prickle."Everyone gets sick, Sarah," Lena said from two rows over, not looking up from her monitor."Not everyone gets a private driver to pick them up when they are sick," Sarah countered, taking a slow sip of her coffee while her eyes tracked me over the rim of the mug. "I saw the black car this morning. Very fancy, and very convenient."My typing didn't stop, the cursor blinking steadily at the end of the row while I finished the cell and moved to the next line. "The company changed my commute for safety reasons," I said, keeping my voice perfectly l
Touched by the Billionaire, Owned by the Devil 59
My fingers dug through the tangle of spare pens and sticky notes in the bottom drawer, searching for the backup flash drive. Pushing aside the heavy ink cartridges, I reached for the hidden compartment at the back, only to find the space completely empty. The glossy photo paper was supposed to be buried right there beneath the black plastic. Panic spiked in my chest while my eyes darted across the messy desk, finding the ink cartridges sitting undisturbed where I had just moved them, leaving the missing sonogram exposed to the harsh fluorescent lights. It was a spare printout from my last ultrasound scan, the one I had barely managed to keep after Shane almost threw a massive fit when I walked through the door that day, even though I had told him earlier about the appointment and he just shrugged me off. I still remembered the way his jaw had clenched, the way he had paced the small living room while demanding to know why I got home late that night, right up until I handed him the p
Touched by the Billionaire, Owned by the Devil 58
The metal shelving units stretched into the dimly lit corners of the sub-basement, creating narrow aisles that blocked the harsh overhead lights. Dust coated the concrete floor, undisturbed except for the tracks of my boots. My hands gripped the edge of a heavy cardboard box, the rough edges biting into my palms. Pulling it off the top shelf required a deep breath and a sharp pull from my lower back. The muscles in my spine protested, a dull ache radiating down to my hips while my breath came in shallow, uneven gasps. I wiped a bead of sweat from my forehead with the back of my hand, my fingers trembling slightly from the exertion. Setting the box on the rolling cart, I stepped back and leaned against the cold cinderblock wall. My chest heaved, pulling in the stale air while my heart hammered a steady rhythm against my ribs. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back against the rough concrete. The basement was completely silent, save for the low hum of the building's ventilation syste
Touched by the Billionaire, Owned by the Devil 57
"I told you I have it by Friday," Shane shouted into the phone, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the plastic receiver.My hands paused on the kitchen knife, the blade hovering over a half-chopped onion. The apartment walls felt too thin, vibrating with the harsh edge of his voice while I forced my breathing to stay steady."No, you cannot send someone to the house," he continued, pacing the length of the small living room. "I will bring the cash to the usual spot. Just give me until Friday."He slammed the phone down onto the base, the sharp plastic impact echoing off the bare walls. My shoulders stiffened, the cashmere cardigan pulling tight across my ribs as I watched him drag a hand through his hair."Who was that?" I asked, keeping my eyes on the cutting board while the knife resumed its steady rhythm.Shane stared at the blank television screen, his chest heaving. "Just a business associate. Someone who is getting impatient about a loan.""A loan?" I repeated, the word ca
Touched by the Billionaire, Owned by the Devil 56
The espresso machine steamed, filling the small breakroom with the heavy warmth of roasted beans while the fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. Lena stood at the counter, wrapping her hands around a ceramic mug and watching my reflection in the dark glass of the microwave. I kept my eyes fixed on the coffee maker, watching the dark liquid drip into the paper cup, my fingers curled so tightly around the cardboard sleeve that my knuckles ached. "You are going to burn a hole through that machine if you keep staring at it," Lena said, her voice quiet in the empty room. "The filter is clogged," I muttered, reaching out to adjust the plastic basket. "The filter is fine, Addie." Lena turned around and leaned against the counter, taking a slow sip of her tea. Her eyes tracked the way my shoulders hunched forward, protecting the heavy cashmere cardigan wrapped tightly around my middle. "You have been jumpy all morning. You jumped when Michael dropped his stapler yesterday, and you flinched
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