NOT SO FAST, MR. BILLIONAIRE

inute, how the hell did he even get in here

can think better of it, my legs carry me of their own accord and

do that if I

n a sucker for those kind of voices- the type that mak

to get my emotions in check and then

y head with a scoff. "No, I think the better question is ho

me. I wouldn't be surprised though. I seem to have a knack for alw

s the audacity to roll his eyes at me as he drops my cat on the floor. I watch as my

adds and his gaze warms as he makes his way slowly to me. "It wasn't hard to figu

ay. "So, you had me investigated or something?" Could he stop

k chuckle. "That

vious disappointment and bag myself a sta

ot everyday the wealthy Casanova billionaire Jordan Smith becomes obsessed with a woman and goes as far to track her and have this painfu

t called my childho

y not in his "rich, too worthy to breathe in your space" radar, but this house hol

se a shit hole?" I grit i

ing I said that should be taken out of conte

ith me and throwing daddy's money for you

n amused look), before he breaks first. "You know for a girl who was ready t

mmittally. "Well, being unpredictable is my

nse look. " It sure does, and something tel

I heave a sigh in defeat and start to walk

sappointment when I see the fridge is empty except for a monster drink, I

ove it if we talke

ion we're going to be having is going to be in the four corners of my wall and after that, I'd love and a

t him, urging him to continue and then take a sip of my drink as I wait patiently. " Con

sh

deal. One I know you wo

is getting fun and it's the m

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ore I can even finish p