Breaching The Billionaire's Contract

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k back into my apartment when I am engulfed in a hug. I am initially frightened, but

u been?" He asks as so

about me?" I tease,my vo

se I was

st visited some new clients who were interested

d to me, but I have no choice. Without being told,I know I have to be

how it and gives me a bright smile. "Alright,re

oodbye as he climbs his motorcycle and speeds into the distance. I check the time on my p

niform and wig into my bag. My red hair always attracted attention in the club, so I started wearing a brunette wig while wor

years now, but I still am not used to the deafening blast. I squeeze through the sea of dancing bodies, gyrat

changing room." She shouts over the

questions as soon as we enter the changing ro

words. The back entrance was always filled with all sorts of crazy stuff, like h

uniform, and Brenda whistles, "Girl,you are hot. No wo

ng off my trousers when I

le day filled

been chaotic, and the boss needs an immediate replacement for her-he actually called you this morning." Brenda explains, and I am too stunned to react. Candy was a hot redhead who worked i

fear of running into people from my past, but I guess my opinion wasn

tips too. You are lucky." Brenda smiles, handing me a paper bag, which I am ju

d be fast." She says, showing me her phone, which

i, the club manager. Most of them stare at me wide-eyed before they are dismi

ves, and its neck is cut low with thin straps. My red hair was curl

at the sight before me. A tall guy with curly brown hair and green eyes is smilin

the red lighting, which helps conceal my blush

me." He introduces himself,a smirk o

ng my hands from his grip. He wants to

ker. I think her name is Mandy, and I don't miss the hostile look s

ves me a wink, and I nod wordlessly be

to serve in the VIP section. I climb the stairs and look for priva

le politely at them before going inside, and the loud laughter

er, where the table is placed to pour the drinks. Everyone in the room is clearly drunk except for a man who is smoking alone on the other end of the room. I can't see his face, but I feel his chilling gaz

going to fi

out of my mouth before I can stop myse

t of luc

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told my grandmother had taken the twins to her mansion for the night.I would have loved to

fer to bury my head in some work that needs my attention since my insomnia would persis

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or the night. I am the only one seated on the other end smoking because I don't find

ise my head, and I feel numb from the soul-blinding lust that travel

rom underneath the dress, and I control myself from wrapping a coat around her to cover her. I find myself thinking about how soft he

engrossed in their drunken discus

on her way outside when I stop her. N

burst of satisfaction fills me as I see the shock spread on her fa

hat are you

eeded to know why a woman who willingly agreed to be a surrogate is stalking my kids, but I don't find anything suspicious from her end except uncover

ckly bending to fill my glass, and my though

pt when they involve this woman. Fuck,this is bad, but you never live un

I breathe, stubbing my

woman out of my head,th

stutters inaudibly, but my

I notice the frightened expression on her face, befor

eaming my name