Bound By The Ruthless Billionaire's Contract

required Jacqueline Blackburn to put her entire

on rattled her teeth and made her stomach churn. She squeezed her eyes shut for a fraction of a

land a client tonight, Apex Educ

the security podium. The bouncer, a massive man with a shaved head and a thick neck, didn't even try to

er's license from her bag and slid

art," he said, his voice a rough, mocking grate over the pounding music. "The Ivy Le

sharp sting grounded her. She pasted on the flawles

he said, her voice steady

o fast it left his thick neck looking sickly pale. He snatched

tic submission. He practically tripped over his own boots t

ID, her face a blank ma

avy, pressing against her eardrums. She looked at her reflection in the mirrored walls. Her face was entirel

t's just a

pward and stopped wit

ned with a Persian rug so thick it complet

ere dead, tracking her movements with a cold, mechanical precision that made

eached the heavy mahogany double doors at t

reaths, raised her ri

of an inch. Instantly, the heavy, suffocating scent of Cuban cigars and exp

the door open an

and purple spotlights cut through the dimness, creating harsh shado

she s

sat Christian Montgomery. His long legs were crossed at the knee. A

of the Apex Educators office, her white dress was a symbol of pure, academic professionalism. But here, under the sleazy

ing painfully against her ribs.

started, taking a step forw

to

is voice, but the sheer authority in it cut her off instantly. He slammed a crystal glass

with pure, unadulterated disgust. "And which idiot manager tho

in stalled, struggling to

te. Piece

a bucket of ice water. He t

She took another step forward, reached into her bag, and pulled out the gold

d, the shadows shifting across his sharp jawline, and blew

hing as the acrid smoke burned h

is pathetic," Christian sneered. "It k

step back. Instead, she planted her feet, stari

a thirty-two percent in AP Calculus and a forty-one in Physics.

ssive atmosphere instantly turned lethal. Christian was no longer just

tood

ple lights behind him, plunging Jacqueline into his shadow. She ha

n. His long fingers dug into her jawline

ling of whiskey and danger, "use my nephew's

slapped his wrist away. The impact

Mr. Montgomery, then I am leaving," she

toward the door. She didn't look back. The absolute lack of hes

around the heav

eap cologne. It was Wayne Boggs, a former client who had been fired for inappropriate behavior. He had apparently gotten past the lobby secu