Billionaire’s Contracted Maid Is His Bride
We settled onto a plush sectional couch, Jules curling up with her legs tucked under her, still watching me with a curiosity that felt both flattering and unnerving.
It felt weird but it felt … good finally to have such a girly friendly conversation.
“Jules is a model, works with me,” she explained to me, who nodded, trying to keep up with the rapid-fire banter.
Jules leaned forward, elbows on her knees.
“Yeah, I’m in the middle of a campaign. Exhausting, but fun.” She grinned at Stella. “So, spill—how’s Christian? How’s the bedroom action?”
My eyes widened, my breath catching at Jules’s boldness. Stella didn’t bat an eye, her laugh bright.