Runaway Lover: Escaping The Ruthless Billionaire

to keep from making a sound as her muscles trembled, protesting the sudden movement; she swung her bare legs over the edge of the mattress-the room pitch black-and reached out, her hands blindly sear

o hard it

He shifted, rolling onto his side. His broad, muscular back bl

e man's breathing evened out into a deep, steady rhythm, still asleep, and her lungs burned as she finally exhaled; she dropped to her knees and snatched her black lace br

head, the silk rubbing against her bruised skin with a friction that sounded like sandpaper in

a shockwave of class disparity straight into her bones, making her yank her hand back as if the watch had burned her; then her hand found her clutch, and beside it lay the half-broken silver fox mask she had worn to the

th the practiced silence of someone used to escaping notice-moving like a ghost-until her hand wrapped around the brass doorknob and pressed it down, the stiff mechanical lock letting out a tiny, me

llway stabbed her eyes. She blinked rapidly,

and ran down the long corridor, the thick carpet burning

e sharp crackle of a securit

nlocked janitor's closet and slamming her hand over he

eam from a tactical flashlight swept across the floor, catchi

s shut, her muscles locking up, and brace

n the main lobby,

. The footsteps f

apsed, and she sagged against t

he hall, her hand had brushed against an abandoned housekeeping cart, and her fingers had instinctively closed around

eight elevator jerked down

ayed her, flashing back to last night-the man in the black hawk mask, his crushing grip

doors opened to the und

ack Maybach sat idling near the exit, i

essing herself deep into the

d the overhead ventilation ducts, her eyes finding the red glow of the emergency exit

s. Icy rain pelted her skin. Her teeth chattered vio

llow cabs sped past her, the drivers taking one look at

screeched to a halt.

iver asked in a th

ents on 43rd," Caroline

rearview mirror, taking in her

r clutch with trembling fingers, pulling out crumple

The cab lurched forward. The tires hit a massive puddle

ustion settling deep into her bones. The cab drove t

vy eyelids and loo

building was broadcasting breaking financial n

's side profile. A razor-sharp jawline. A t

kissed hours ago. The exact same sca

the cracked leather seat that they almost snapped. A t

bold red letters: BILLION

She had just slept with a Wall Street ty

Caroline hard against the seatback. Any lingering thoug

a violent shove, pushed the mask through the gap-it fell into the street, washing straight into a Manhat