A Deal With The Billionaire
His voice dips slowly, “because no one hurts my woman and gets away with it.”
The words hang in the air between us, my heart racing in response, I blink, unsure if I’d heard him right.
“Your...woman?” I repeat, my voice a whisper.
He doesn’t flinch, his gaze holding me with an intensity that has my legs going weak. “Yes, Arya. My woman and I won’t stand by and watch any one hurt you- past or present.”
Is this why those female characters in those romance novels fall so hard? Because of the way the male characters talk to them? Because damn, it’s working.
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