THE TYCOON'S FIXATION

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th the blended fruit in the pink glass cup, "What was the name of th

and questioned why she hadn't fixed her hair in a doughnut style. For days, my mother had been

ess..." When I didn't react, she st

abbed the China breakable plate in annoyance, glaring at

moping around for a few days-what's wrong? Her tone wa

. Aside from the fact that you keep

earing

r. Becaus

she express her admiration for a female model? Oh no

iever for the young master Alexander, and needless to say, he wasn't pleased with

ghed. When will you turn in the assig

eak, mother. When we re

turned around. Then, wouldn't your

f our vacation. I spok

o attended college, I'm simply wondering. She snorted and res

uing now, am

he academic setting required us to be stretched and fully prepared for personal growth and usefulness in our fi

hen I was twenty-two, which would be exactly a year from n

and allowed me to meet so many incredible individuals. Not to mention the fantastic chances it gave pupils. The only is

was also cove

and the one who handled all of my bills. He simply sent chills

g. But he and his family had always supported me since I was a child, and I was grateful for that. They even treated

on the wall directly across from the kitchen, where I was standing, at the opposite end of the ro

looked at his face impassivel

o check my Facebook and Instagram notific

otos, sneering when I spotted the one my mother had been inquiring about.

ooked stunning, carried her body with grace, exuded incredible confidence. She had a really admirable explosion and slim body. The majority of people

a silly grin after double clicking on her photographs to indicate that I had just liked them. M

an's request

ome he is. He arrived to check on

ing back up wit

ses the same week. For academic

her approval before extending the spo

the flavo

re is no way that I could suddenly forget it. She shoved the spo

nd begin to

ve her a compliment and ga

ve, should I forget. He had been in his study for s

off of Instagram without liking Shawn Mendes' photo,

oung

uld feel my heart thumpin

, was on vacation visiting her relatives in India. I felt afraid. I stood up from the stool with hunched shoulders knowing I

h step I went up the stairs seemed like my legs were heavy. I c

lf. Being tall, good-looking, and convincingly attractive, he exuded an unsettling air. I had to inhale the smell since it was so overpowering, a

omptly entered the study and carried out the reques

is waitin

throat because he di

hair fell over his face as he was focused on the paperwork in front of him.

credibly angular blue eyes that made me think of the ocean and a sharp nose. H

connected to him whenever he was around. Although it had been challenging in the past, I was relieved to be accepted into

private hostel where I was staying, so I knew I wou

irtually impossible for me to hear my

ad and gave me one of his expressionless stares, su

spoke ab

His workers must feel really intimidated around him. I remained silent while observing his two eyes as

pe

ed the door and quickly closed it behind me

e had only done it because I could clearly see the raw ir

owever he pleased, especially me. Usually, he took his time gazing into my

the kitchen, Mama questioned I relax

I could stop having to travel home for the holidays, e

bills, but he did, I guess. If I wished, I could have purchased

I had to keep my