THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE'S OBSESSION

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approach the front door. As soon as I got to the Pink Flami

" and then I made my way to the first

I could. Danny had been biting my ass for the past few weeks because I was supposedly "slacking." It was more

ig girl, particularly when it came to labour-intensive tasks like this. Wincing i

g at the front desk w

ring. My heart began to rush, so I put down the scrubber and turned to face Chlo

ry. I sprang up and made my way quickly to the front desk. My heart was thumping in

sure to tell her, Mr. Butler," before putti

tioned tensely.

gh. My eyes welled up with tears. Mostly because he was heavy from a lifetime of junk food and takeaway, my dad has ter

was the only family I had. Furthermore, this might be

off my apron and throwing it on the counter. I threw on my jacket while sha

o I was going to have it for lunch." Tears started streaming down my face, tears of dread mixed with

k you so much, I sniffed.

hloe attempted to comfort me that he always makes i

n the street. Luckily, the Pink Flamingo was only a block away from where I resided. In fifteen minutes, I could mak

ped my keys and the soup. My heart was beating so fast by the ti

ning himself with cash when I ran into the living room. A fan literally built of money. A

feel ill? You have soup, I said incoherently. "

ing me off from my worry. "I have some positive updates

my luggage fel

you not ill? How

nly looking for a reason to bring you down here,

rk for you." "This might get

jerk. I contacted you because, Missy, I struck a real

ewn all over our couch. "Have you won anything, like the lot

er digging for stuff yesterday. My dad was escorted back to the van by a man who had approached us. He was the most gorgeous man I had ever seen, with

him? I remember hi

in you. He spent $5,000 to rent you out for a month. My dad smile

pact? How could he

ould he possibly desire me? I work as a hote

kitchen. I'm beaten. All I know is that we will go far with this

oing to jeopardise my dedication to the Pink Flamingo for some foolish bargain you made without even asking me first. W

slammed his fist into the refrigerator, then grab

n't matter to me! You're going to hon

oney that wealthy man handed my dad didn't matter to me. My paychecks from the Flamingo were the only item currently putting food on the table, so there was too much at stake. But even so. Even in the even

y heart was burning with Stefan's picture, there was one