Bought The Billionaire For One Night

a JFK parking lot. One impulsive night, she walks into an exclusive Manhattan club and

And the man she paid for one night now holds her career, her secrets, and her body in his hands. He's not

photo that screams scandal-Chloe is trapped in a web she never saw coming. She doesn't know who se

t of escape. She never imagined s

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ge flickered, but Chloe Carr's attention was entirel

nen'

bumping over the uneven concrete, a ti

closer, her foo

r was

h the slightly cracked window-a breathless gasp, followe

ch that made her taste the cheap air

ut her hand moved on its own accord. She grabbed t

n, illuminating the interior

his ankles. And straddling him, her skir

nd, her colleague,

cream. She di

g Chloe's with a chilling, unbothered calm. A slow,

s, as if she had merely been interrupted during a casual coffee break. She looked Chl

f pure panic. His lips were smear

struggling frantically with his belt. "Baby

old air bit into her skin, but her blood had already turned to ice. "You got t

ng in the su

shock. But Kate just tilted her head, her sm

ckening red smear on his mouth, an

nside was a vintage Rolex. She had taken an earlier flight back, exhausted and jet-lagged, just to

scream. She

t box from her pocket and h

in pain, clutching his bleeding face as the box popped open. The expensive wat

her voice dead. "Cons

rned a

even when she heard Br

e heard Kate's soft, mocking laugh

of her own car and peeled out of th

lights of the Queens-Midtown Tunnel. She couldn't go back to the

hattan, pulling up to a velvet rope ou

lysium," her coworker Aisling had once joked over drinks. "The men t

etinas. She parked haphazardly, tossed her keys to the valet, and marched straight pas

thumped against her ribs, and the air was thick wi

way to the gl

her hand on the sticky mahogany. "

but slid a heavy crystal glass

o idea," sh

y trail down her throat, setting her empty

room finally began to soften. The agonizing pa

e writhing crowd. She was looking for som

d on a seclude

le against his broad shoulders. He looked utterly bored, slowly swirling a glass of amber liquid. His jawline was sh

rf

ss, burning boldness. She slid into the leather booth directly across f

slowly l

ramed by thick, dark lashes. He didn't look surpri

t a fraction as she pointed a manicured f

a slow, devastating smile

one that sent an involuntary shiver down her spin

eckbook. It was her trust fund money-the eme

crisp paper. She ripped it out and pushed it

ged, her chin lifted in stubborn defi

lowly dragged back up to her face, lingering on her swollen, red-rimmed eyes and trembling

tart," he

pped it into his breast pocket, right next to a silk

ced by something much darker. So

h me," he

n't a

large, firm hand on the small of her back. The sheer hea

arting the crowd effortlessly, past the VIP a

sprawling penthouse suite, bigger than her entire apartment, with floor

barely saw

shut, sealing them inside, the las

s of his expensive suit, and

rp mint on his breath. She kissed him with all the blinding anger, the shattering hurt, an

n't he

pped her waist, lifting her slightly and pulling her flush against his hard

night, Chl