The Billionaire's Mask (A Dark Steamy Romance)
The chandeliers look like white umbrellas, and there’s a long, oval-shaped white table in the middle.
Our brunch is already on the table. I haven’t noticed a housekeeper around, but by the aroma, it seems to have been prepared only minutes ago. There’s French toast, eggs, crêpes, slices of assorted fruits, bacon, sausages, and a pitcher of lemon and cucumber juice. Everything is attractively arranged on the dining table.
“Brandon, why don’t you just live here? This place has more privacy, and it’s delightful. You won’t see a single person around. You are going to live just like Iron Man in this kind of house.”
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