Claimed By The Billionaire
Stephanie Benedict your gaze hits the side of my facehis eyes dilate when he looks at mehe stares at me from a distance but ignores mehe stares into my eyes deeply
Damon grabs his keys, and his hand brushes mine as we head toward the door together.
He doesn't say anything. He doesn't have to.
We step out into the hallway, and there is Kingsley, slouched on the couch like the building owner that he is. Coffee in one hand, sunglasses pushed into his wild curls.
“My favourite people in the whole world,” he announces with a grin.
“Good morning, Kingsley,” I say, smiling.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he says, with that same unbothered charm that probably gets him into more trouble than it gets him out of.
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