The Billionaire's Hidden Heirs

ediately know what he's aski

egin. "It happened on the ni

back to that night an

te empire, known for its luxury developments and h

ected in elite circles. His sharp instincts and relentless drive have made Blackwood Ventures a

So when I applied for an internship there, I'd

cially when I learned I'd be working d

olored hair, going blonde instead-first impressions mattered, after all. I als

en. He liked his coffee black-no sugar, no milk. He hated phone calls during office hours unless they were absolutely necessary. His

g perfumes or loud voices. He preferred emails over verbal reports and expected responses within minutes,

the warnings w

d been

ght smile, waiting for his arrival. My desk was positioned close en

he ar

ommanding

ned. But I quickly recovered, remembering he was my boss. I straigh

Blackwood. I'm Catali

d right past me withou

d there,

l did he thin

back into my seat. If this was how he want

t secretary, had said. He expected his co

to get it, and sprinted back, stopping just ou

rfect looking anything l

oothing my hair, and taking

imagined honey drizzled over warm maple syrup wou

h no clutter in sight. The walls displayed framed pictures of influential figures, ranging fro

you're done gawking," his voice cu

creeping up my neck as I s

toe in a slow, assessing sweep. I stood frozen under his ga

e, one brow slightly rai

and rushed forward, nearly

'm new here, and I mixed up the t

umsy explanation w

reds who applied for this internship because I believed you'd do a stell

y and unyielding, and my he

blonde hair, those piercing gray eyes

at voice

t even realized I was staring. It was the first time he'd said my name, and

" I managed

t door looking for me. You're not to let them in unless they're here fo

No one who wasn't here for prof

fectly

is computer, already typing, and

open the door when his

and Cat

with his smoldering g

sexy in that dress. The men in this place will not be able t

ntire world upside down, he simply retur

d in my head rent-f

t, the kind of women who looked like they belonged on his arm-I'd remember his wo

was a perfectionist, yes, but also the kind of boss who made sure I had my coffee when I got his

ainst the glass walls, he made sure I ate. He asked about my family, listene

. Helplessly, ridi

the safe side, among the women who c

l that