The Alpha Billionaire's Secrets
My lips tug up at the corner, every inch of this place, every mark and scratch, is a mirror to the parts of me I keep hidden, the fire I dampen under layers of ‘normal’.
I snuggle into the corner of the cushions and pull the throw around me. My fingers brush against my temple, trying to knead away a dull throb that’s settled there. Maybe Thorne's a shadow daddy. Come on it makes sense, everything about him feels like a warning. Danger, danger this god like, so hot it hurts, Aplha male is your doom. I expected smoke to coil around his fingers while he was deciding if he was intrigued by me or if I was his prey. “Dangerous,” he’d called my ambition. Who does that? You’re the dangerous one budd
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