The Tycoon's Unwanted Contract Wife

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trolled dressing room of the Manhattan penthouse. Her eyes scanned Annabel's soft cashmere sweater, one of the few remai

t her sides. Her fingern

n Oscar de la Renta haute couture gown. The fabric loo

said. "Do not forget the public image confidentiality clause in

vy dress. The silk felt cold against her skin. She stripped off her sweater and

horn blared. Gus, the security d

s. The leather pinched her toes immediately. She walked past

y scent of expensive leather and a faint, custom cedarwood fragrance hit her lungs. It was

buzzed in

dical Center. It was another billing notice for her mother's lif

tion of a second. She blinked hard, forcing the tears ba

on was completely blank. He pressed a button, and the

to the curb outside

strikes. Annabel flinched. The sheer volume of repo

me through the intercom. "Go straight t

r open and slipped out, keeping her head down. She bypassed the red

oak door of the VIP ro

ched. Her hear

s leaning down. His large hand was gently tucking

at him. Her eyes

re felt like a physical p

nabel. The tenderness in his face vanished instantly,

Gregorio ordered. Hi

froze.

gorio said, stepping away from Kiersten. "Give

e lapels of her black wool c

smile. "Thank you so much, Annab

nnabel's stomach turn. She shrugg

y guards appeared at the back door

fingers slowly, deliberately, as if he had just touched som

e stopped inches from Annabel. The hea

breath brushing her ear. "If you make me lo

He turned and walked out the ma

move. She followed him ou

ening. Reporters s

g the tech sector?" a reporter from the Washington Po

ling that this is nothing but a loveless business ar

d her. She opened her mouth, but no word

vy arm wrapped

ard against his side.

s hand tangled in her hair. He tilted her

im. His teeth scraped against her bottom lip. The camera

ic of his suit, she felt his chest. His heart was hammering again