Billionaire's Passionate Encounter

y male. Olivia's breath hitched in her throat as he

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ing beauty, his features chiseled and symmetrical, his skin a smooth, deep brown. His hair was

ite tank top, his well-muscled chest on full display

erful strides, stretchi

ts own accord, reaching o

broad and smooth. Despite the warmth of his skin, Olivia fe

wide and questioning as she atte

e soft and contrite. "I just co

d off her

e pocketed his hands. "It's not proper for a guest to be wandering the h

izing her skimpy nightwear with a critical eye. She felt

o say, her voice trembling s

simple flick of his hand. "I suggest you return to your room and dress in some

houlders, its inadequate fabric doing little to hide the curves of her body.

ook on a new strength, a fiery dete

ze meeting Mr. Westmore's with newfound defiance. "And I certainly didn't ex

sure wavering for the first time since

as if seeing her for the first time. "You are a bold

the raw intensity of his gaze. She forced her

ned on his heel and str

the tension in the air dissipated. She smiled to herself, a sense of triumph swelling

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p. There seemed to be a leak in his accounts somewhere, and someone was siphoning money u

im, its pages filled with rows up

accounts," he muttered to himself

to make sense of the numbers. His mind was a fog. The suspicious death of his wife and

was not what he had expected. She was almost a replica of his late wife, and would pass for Sophia if no one was really on the lookout. But their personalities were like north poles

phone, opening the details of the message. It was a reminder about the political fundraiser he and Sophia had been

plan a bit,' he mu

d power brokers in a weeks' time, without raising any eyebrows. She also had t