The Billionaire's Nympho Secretary
“There’s someone here.”
I followed his gaze to the screen. A man and a woman, both dressed in impeccable, expensive-looking clothes, were looking out, their expressions neutral. His parents. My breath hitched. In all the time I’d known him, he’d never once mentioned them being in the city, or even alive, for that matter. He spoke of his past like a sealed tomb.
Mark stood abruptly. He walked over to me with quick, determined strides and grabbed my hand, his grip firm and unyielding. He pulled me toward the desk, into the camera’s view. My stomach flipped violently. “Mark, wait—” I started, my voice a panicked whisper.
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