The Billionaire's Temporary Mistress
We stood in what would be a communal living area, a large, airy space destined to be flooded with light from new, expansive windows overlooking the nascent gardens.
Evelyn gestured around. “This is the heart of the wing. Communal, but designed with Lila’s ‘secret places’ incorporated.” She pointed to deep window seats tucked into thick walls, their future cushions hinted at by blueprints. “Reading nooks here, with built-in bookshelves and those firefly lights Lila specified.” She indicated alcoves framed by curved arches. “And here,” she walked towards one wall, “will be the entrance to the ‘Quiet Cove’ – a small, soundproofed room Lila insisted on, with dimmable lights, weighted blankets, a
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