Billionaire’s V1rgin Ex-Wife
A flash of that night returned to him unbidden—her flushed cheeks, breathless gasps, the way she’d clung to him—and he scowled, downing the remainder of his drink in a sharp swallow.
Raphael’s name lit up on the phone screen again, relentless. This time, Alexander picked up.
“Xander, come downstairs,” Raphael’s voice was cheerful, underscored by the pulsing beat of club music. “I want to introduce you to someone.”
Alexander pinched the bridge of his nose. “If it’s another woman, spare me.”
Raphael laughed. “No, no, trust me. You’ll want to meet this one. She’s impressive. If you don’t, I might just keep her for myself.”
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