Bound to the Billionaire
Conversations dipped, when Adrian passed, people straightened, adjusted their tone with respect.
“Adrian Harrington,” a warm voice called. A tall man with silver hair and an expensive watch stepped forward, smiling. “Good to see you again, my boy. It’s been too long.”
Adrian extended a hand. “Mr. Bellamy.”
Bellamy’s handshake was firm, the kind reserved for someone who owned half the room. His eyes shifted to Camilla with curiosity, not arrogance. “And this lovely young woman is ?”
Adrian didn’t hesitate. His voice was calm, steady, the kind that silenced noise around them. “Camilla,” he said, glancing down at her, “My woman.”