The Billionaire's Ruthless Reclamation
Her small, faded canvas suitcases looked entirely pathetic sitting on the luggage racks next to Alexander’s rows of bespoke Tom Ford suits and custom Italian leather shoes.
The heavy door to the adjoining bathroom opened, and Elena’s body went completely rigid.
Alexander stepped out, surrounded by a faint cloud of steam and the intoxicating, familiar scent of sandalwood and rain. He had showered, his short black hair damp and slightly messy. He wore nothing but a pair of dark silk lounge trousers, his broad, muscular chest and deeply chiseled abs completely exposed to the firelight. A long, faint silver scar ran across his ribs a corporate asset extraction attempt from his early twenties tha