The Billionaire's Bargain
I had put time into learning and I built this from the ground up, with Jess by my side, and no one—not Samantha, not the press—was going to take that away from me.
So, if she wanted a war, she was going to get one.
Jess and I sat at the bakery counter, a laptop open between us, creating Sweet Delights’ official I*******m page.
“This is long overdue,” Jess muttered, typing furiously. “We should’ve started this sooner. I can't believe we had to wait for one old hag to rile us.”
“I know,” I admitted, scrolling through the pictures we had taken of our pastries, the sign outside and photos of Jess and I. The lighting was perfect, and the photos we selected had vibrant colors. “But better late tha
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