Capturing the Billionaire's Heart

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ng today. My boss was going to fire me. My alarm didn't go off, I

ed again and after the third try my old beat-up 7

k to change – please don't let Ken fire me today – I steered Suzy down the gravel road. I needed this job other

as a real piece of work, and I hated the way he looked at my boobs wh

's nest. I reached for the glove compartment. There had to be a brush in there somewhere. With one hand on the steering

arger cable. Trying to disentangle the brus

unch. My face hit the dashboard with a forc

y. I could hardly open my eyes. Everything was hazy. Something dripped o

open, and I stared into

oked wild and dangerous. His hair was long and w

on the bridge to

ebly." I said throu

d. "Are y

day get any worse? I got out to assess the damage. Thi

hit me?

g idiot!" he threw the helmet on the gr

d Susy. I gasp

r! I grabbed my head. This was possibly the worst day of my life. Not only was I gett

idn't see you." I tried to exp

a few steps to get away from him. I noticed his black leather pants were torn. He was hurt. Luckily,

I said, point

now who I am?" he

ber his name. He would probably sue me for medical expen

return as soon as you get over the shock." I tried to press down on him to make him sit. I have no idea about

I am, you fool!" He slapp

the fourth of July. It was

registration papers." H

l. "Please, please don't call the police." It was my father's car and the only thing I have left of m

couldn't help it, maybe it was the shock or seeing my Susy in the state she was in and knowing I would be out on

He approached me, bending down a

the more I sobbed. The man

p your crying for

harder. He was so mea

acket. I noticed he wore a black T-shirt with a popular band's logo on it. My eyes ne

lt and covered in tattoos. With the T-shirt in my

u look like a train wreck." He said, put

usy's glove compartment. We had a communal toile

u going?" Mean guy ask

't know why I was holding onto his T-shirt. "I won'

nd pounds if you were able to driv

She was also made of steel, not the plastic most modern

st I could. I even found my hairbrush

our motorbike out of my Sus

e bent down, looking at the damage. His bike's front wheel was pushed back badly. Bits

ruck to load your bike." I suggested softly. I didn't w

any idea how much this is going to cost?

rom sinking to my knees. He was scary

sounding small. "I-I

in, looking me

ot know who I am

as? He never introduced h

l crushing in my hands. Not that I went on social media or even

r what?" The way he asked t

ace heat up even more. "I live i

t to his bike, shaking with laught

oked up at me. I was struck by how ha

ny." I