Exclusive Privilege: The Billionaire’s Toy
Majestic C.Fortsold to the billionaire, now my family begs for forgivenesshe treated me like i was nothingi gave them my kidneys they gave me hatredafter bankruptcy the billionaire asked me to marry him
He watched me for a long second, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement.
“Why are you awake?” he asked softly.
Oh.
That.
Heat crawled up my neck.
With what we had just done, most people would be unconscious. Sedated by pleasure. Spent beyond recovery. And here I was, propped up on my elbow at three in the morning with wide eyes and a pulse that refused to calm down.
“I have insomnia,” I admitted. “That’s why.”
His expression shifted, something easing at the edges.
“Insomnia, huh.” He stood, running a hand through his hair. “Still, I thought I had the magic touch.”