Mr. Billionaire, Your Wife Is Playing You!

nty minutes ago," Zachary's voice came through th

en. He looked as handsome as ever-sharp jawline, warm brown eyes, and that slight smile

ry room with classic mahogany wood, elegant gold lighting, and a thick navy-gold carpet. Behi

ie and with the top two buttons open. His dark brown hair was

r," Zachary said, panning the camera toward the glittering skyli

eaned against the table. He looked at me with an intensi

e immediately," he said smoothly. "Tomorrow at eight, I'm at the local TV station for

e man in the grey suit on the live broadcast was just a lookalik

s eyes filling with genuine concern. He frowned slightly. "You sound

e man who helped me build Pandora Media Group from nothing. This wa

ago," I whispered, trying t

pered, leaning closer to the camera. "Because honestly, Rhea... seeing you in that cream

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and set the phone on the nightstand, leaving his broad chest visible throu

ed softly. "Take off the ca

ff the cardigan, leaving me in the low-cut

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y skin. He began to whisper intimate, heat-fille

at from his forehead. He adjusted the phone, his

touching his fingertips to the screen as if caressing my warm cheek. "And w

guilty about my earlier suspicions. "A

s sweetest smile, before whispering one l

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