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Hunted By My Secret Billionaire Employer

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 553    |    Released on: Today at 13:40

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nd sent a shiver down my spine. "Keep going. Don't stop." T

s icy blue gaze. There was no passion

was using him! And

. This man was a hundred times more dangero

on the back of my head was like an ir

is hands, complet

hostile stares from beh

sed my lips to his again. This time,

second, then relax. He see

to do something. I had to make them bel

chest. Through the thin fabric of his shirt, I could feel

ingers fumbling for the

I heard the distinct

I doing? I was

in below his collarbone, drawing a very soft, muf

small patch of his tan chest and the faint ou

ind me, followed by the sound of retreating foo

oned prisoner, I immediately sho

back, nearly falling, saved only

heaving, and stared at th

unbuttoned. He looked up at me, a mocking smir

cheap, pathetic clown. A tida

t all the cash I had, and slapped

r your trouble," I stammered, my voic

fifty dollars in total-and the mockery on h

ut I didn't care anymore. I just wanted

myself to look hi

o the cold night, running desp

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Hunted By My Secret Billionaire Employer
Hunted By My Secret Billionaire Employer
“I finally terminated my tutoring contract with Donovan Carlisle, the wealthy hockey captain I had never met. I even waived a six-figure settlement just to get my freedom back. To celebrate my new life, I went to a popular campus bar, only to be cornered by a group of aggressive, drunk football players. Desperate and trapped, I spotted a dangerous-looking stranger in a dim corner. I ran over, threw my arms around his neck, and kissed him hard to use him as a shield. Instead of pushing me away, the stranger played along. His icy blue eyes mocked me as he whispered a command to keep going. In my absolute panic to make the act convincing, I fumbled with his shirt buttons. When the threat finally left, I shoved him away. Overwhelmed with shame, I slapped fifty crumpled dollars on the table for his "trouble" and ran out into the cold night like a fugitive. I hid in my dorm room, terrified and humiliated. I couldn't understand why he chose to play along just to watch my pathetic show. I thought I had just offended a random, arrogant guy. But then my best friend dropped a bomb on me. "That guy you kissed? That's Donovan Carlisle." My blood ran cold. The stranger I had just forced myself on and insulted with cheap cash was the very employer I dumped this morning. And worst of all, he had just ordered his team to turn the entire university upside down to hunt me down.”