The Billionaire's Limited-Time Romance

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against the tufted leather

mahogany table, his fingers expertly flippe

hythmic clicking p

the saxophone, Sterling Prescott-Lowell toss

ward, resting his f

his eyes as he stare

cht party again th

swirling a heavy crystal glass of

sip and let o

t a leash put on him by t

sel's thumb over the edge

irritation hit th

ssion into a mask o

indifferent smile

ssed the chip perfectly into the

red loudly agai

domestic nightmares on

opped into the armchai

rnal had a front-page rumor yesterday about the

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th locked their eye

Ansel was a marble statue, h

his own glass

ting the burn of the a

at sells papers. The

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thumb hard against the rim of hi

aking up space on the sofa

ned in

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w; Ansel's heart skipped a sing

est ti

sound meant to crush the u

on the leather coast

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ence. A pressure va

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nce they fall, they wrap around yo

ckle vibrated i

erfectly

n in the room with

does not ask for diamond tennis br

ut a loud

otional hand-holding. That is the rar

VIP room swung open. Bryan Roth stood in the doorway, a sneer alre

ng at your trust fund, Ansel. Throw eno

led into a tight fi

es turned

om and smash the glass into Br

ts, drilled into him sin

now would pr

prove he

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empty laugh that ma

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ent," he said, his voice dropping to

up his g

her a nice recommendation letter fo

d into loud, kn

s together, celebrating the

, Ansel lowered his gaze to his p

t thirty minutes ago,

rp ache twist

and flipped it face-d

o shut off

heavy mahogany door w

llow sliver of light from the ha

till in that sliver of light, Ell