One night stand with a Billionaire
Her entire body was taking the gust from the man standing in front of her, sending chills and glares with a reason if Julia could attempt to know.
Raising his eyebrows, Joshua looked at the phone and then up at her face. He said grumpily, “Who is Timothy?”
Joshua, of course, was furious, the veins on his forehead bulging as the boiling blood affected his temper. Breathing invisible fire, which was a part of his obsession with the thing that had a print of his name. He wanted to rip apart everything in his room for Julia, whose name was taboo to someone else’s lips.
“Someone I know but less important to talk about,” Julia answered, glancing around to dim down an unknown fear from the watchful