Chasing The Billionaire's Heart

ht coming in through the penthouse suite's floor-to-ceiling windows. A king-sized bed with luxurious white linens, slick marble floors, a

s of hushed conversations, laughing, and the warmth of Xavier's presence. Now, however, she felt a surge of unease in the glaring morning li

er him or acknowledge that his absence was more of a loss than a comfort. This was not how it was intended to be. An overnight g

ed hair, her mirror gazed back at her. It dawned on me that last night wasn't only a slip-up. It was a decision

c pulse of the water grounding her, helping her to clear her mind, but even as she closed her eyes, she couldn't get rid of the memory of Xa

getting out of the shower. A tiny note on the bed caught her attention as her hand passed over the hange

et in c

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ng the urge to scream. There was no intention for thi

n, gazing out the windshield. His thoughts were focused on what had happened the previous evening, and he had hardly slept

thrilling to watch her laugh, the way her eyes glowed as she talked, and the way she pushed him with each sentence. H

l. This was absurd. This was the first time he had ever let himself get

on whether he had made a mistake. Although he had been eager to get away, he wasn't really sure why he felt the need to

much on the line for him to afford to be distracted. He had an empire of businesses to manage and a reput

ar. Expecting another business call, he looked at the screen, b

cessary in my life. We ou

, he was stopped in his tracks by the manner she sent the note. He hesitated

appeared before

e always on

nted to respond, wanted to soothe her in some way, but the burden of his obligations, his meticulously planned existence

he wasn't as immune to

quick response: "I understand

d reconsider,

in his pocket, but the eerie feeling persisted. He couldn't help but th

gged on. But despite his best efforts, they persisted like an unsatisfactory

his phone

this time, there

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g, she had snapped it. They were close in it, her head cocked back in laughing, his hand around

mpting to forget was brought back to him by the picture. However, as he gazed at it, he couldn't shake

sprang open. Claire, his assistant, appeared in the doorway,

od, you need

ed at Claire, something in her e

t?" he asked, dread c

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