Bought The Billionaire For One Night

Chapter 2

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ye, slicing through the haze of sleep like a laser. S

angled around his waist. The events of the previous night crashed over her like

. The

an for sex. A st

are feet hit the cold marble floor. She scavenged the room for her clothes, finding her skirt draped over a chair and

p, one arm flung over his face. He looked

r paying him fifty grand. That was weird, even for her. She dug into he

e Aura Airlines logo. It was the only thing she had that felt remotely real. She placed it on the nightstand, rig

with a soft click. She didn't breathe until she was

unding, her eyes hidden behind sunglasses. She clutched her boarding pas

" the securi

r chest. Nothing. She opened her purse and dug th

he checked again, pulling the bag open wider,

t on her bedside table, right

I need your airline ID to clea

ered, her face flushing hot.

s face impassive. "You'll have to go to the admin office

oing to get a mark on her record. She pulled out her phone, ready to call her superviso

lding out a small plastic

the card. It was her ID. "Y

ura Airlines logo and asked me to bring it to the staff check-in for the nex

e familiar plastic. It was warm, like it had bee

erned citizen. Have a good flight." He turned

k at her from the plastic. The male prostitute got it.. He knew who she was. Where she work

ght didn't do favors. He did transactions. She slid the ID around her nec

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Cait Romance

“A week before my wedding, I went to the airport parking garage to surprise my fiancé with a luxury watch. Instead, I caught him having sex in his car with my best friend and maid of honor. Devastated and desperate to forget, I went to an exclusive club and blew my $50,000 trust fund to buy a one-night stand with a gorgeous stranger. But the nightmare was just beginning. At work, my cheating best friend stole my hard-earned promotion, and my ex shamelessly defended her. Worse, the escort I had paid for sex turned out to be the ruthless new CEO of my airline. He tormented me on a flight to Paris. When I was robbed of my passport and wallet on the freezing streets, he forced me to be his gala date just to get my life back. But the ultimate trap was waiting for me in New York. A secretly taken photo of me leaving the CEO's penthouse leaked on the company forum. "I knew she got that Paris trip for a reason." My ex and my former best friend led the charge in the comments, framing me as a shameless gold digger who slept her way to the top. I was stripped of my flying credentials, suspended from the job I loved, and publicly humiliated. I didn't understand why the CEO was playing these cruel games, or who had orchestrated this perfect trap to ruin my life. Standing outside the airport with my career in ashes, I realized crying wouldn't save me. I wiped my tears, accepted my mother's invitation to a high-society mixer, and prepared to make everyone who set me up pay the price.”