Trapped In The Billionaire's Gilded Cage

Chapter 5

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ense it was almost physical. But his face remained a mask

r chin up slightly, her lips parted, her body rigid with

lips. The invasion. The kiss tha

dn't

oss her lower lip, slowly, deliberately. The pad of his finger was warm, sligh

ress. A slow, melting heat that sp

eyes fl

n wide, but his expression was one of absolute control. There w

he soft curve of her lip. It would be taking. I want you to give. I wan

ow, rough rasp. "From a distance, this

king the contact. The air bet

en, a wave of shame and gratitude crashe

was going to take advantage of the situation, of her. But h

e appeared to be. A g

ross her face. She thinks I'm a saint. She has no idea I

d deep into his pocket, his fingers curling into a tight fist, his nails biting into his palm. The pain was a nec

voice thick with emotion. "Thank yo

Hoyt,"

was a command, deliver

blinked

but firm. "After what we've just been through, I th

felt like crossing a line. But after what he had just done-after

e said sof

e satisfaction through him. It was a small victory,

oor. "I think it worke

holding. She believed him completely. She had no i

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Trapped In The Billionaire's Gilded Cage

Julian Reid Romance

“Running for my life from my family's suffocating control, I was cornered by my father's security team in an empty private airport terminal. Desperate, I crashed into a tall stranger to use him as a human shield, only to realize I had just assaulted Hoyt David. He was an untouchable Wall Street billionaire and, worse, my best friend's uncle. Instead of handing me over to the guards, he seamlessly lied to my pursuers. "This young woman is my guest," he told them, his voice an absolute wall of authority. He pulled me into a dark, narrow maintenance closet to hide. I was terrified he would turn me in, but he didn't. He was the perfect gentleman, gently calming my panic, respecting my boundaries, and offering his private Bentley to take me to a safe hotel. I was overwhelmed with gratitude. My parents had always treated me like a puppet, but this powerful man made me feel seen and protected. I couldn't understand why a man of his status would go to such lengths for me, but I was too desperate to question my luck. I thought I had finally escaped my family's hell. I had no idea that the "safety" he offered was a trap, and that this untouchable billionaire had been obsessively waiting for seven years for me to walk willingly into his gilded cage.”