Mr Billionaire's Forgotten Heir

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ke up was the soreness in my arms.

his hands gripped mine like he was both

room, replaying the moment. For a man who wanted nothing to d

ll me to le

my face. He was maddening. But m

lty sea breeze swept through the narrow streets, and I could hea

alk to me, I'd fin

smell of freshly brewed coffee and pastries filling the a

asked, her voice p

a grin. "I can't stay awa

didn't respond, sliding

asually, gesturing to th

ged. "Same

owering my voice. "Does

t her eyes cooled. "Why do

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good thing," she said, turning

heading to a table near the windo

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he was sitting by the window, scribbling something

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her a few bills fo

bby murmured, tilting

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na talk

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terious as you think, you know.

't respond. Abby didn't kno

her table. Her eyes lit up, and I

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as a glance in my direction. My fingers itch

esh pot of coffee in hand. "He'

noticed,"

slightly. "He's a good man, but he's been throu

t he wants?" I aske

ighed. "Maybe he doesn

atching her

w what he wanted, maybe I c

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dy over. I leaned against a post, watching t

re hi

ed me, but I did

othering someone el

rms crossed and her gaze sharp

ridge of my nose. "What

simply. "Why a man with your money and powe

moment, debating whether

the quiet,"

smirk. "You don't stri

you don't know me a

, her voice soften

f. She wasn't just fishing for a stor

it made me wa

my voice quieter this time

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shoulders stiff, h

e the quiet, Theo Armitage sur

ter. He was hiding something-something big-and I wa

another billionaire with a scandalous past. He was a man wh

y that mattered

inst the rocks, I made a

eak through Theo

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