One Night Stand With The Billionaire
His face—striking in a way that felt almost unfair—carried the kind of handsome that reminded her of a younger Hollywood icon, only sharper, more real, more lethal up close.
There was something in the way he stood, in the quiet confidence etched into his posture, that radiated raw masculinity. Not the loud kind— but the dangerous sort that didn’t need to try. The kind that made women stare, hesitate… and still walk straight into ruin.
She scoffed inwardly.
“Are you worried, Xan,” she said coolly, a restrained edge cutting through her voice, “because you no longer know my every move—outside of work, or outside of where I’m staying?”
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