Arrogant Meets Spitfire (A Billionaire Romance)
ed that junk right
ust another chaotic Monday. Couldn't people get their acts together
noise. "Ugh, I can't stand this place," I sighed
, missy," he
wouldn't hear. "Coming!" I shouted, hoping it was
cleaning crew. Since I started working there, he'd piled on the extra chores, like scrubbing the restrooms and the kitchen. Seriously, w
s grateful to dodge a few droplets of saliva that flew my
managed to scratch his. That person is in serious trouble. He's Reynold
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replied, my dis
s. Ally, do you even live on this planet? This is unbelievable, you're unbelievab
jected. Did I mention he tends to ramble on? Serio
go." He waved me away like I
furia
Mr. Reynolds, and to my surprise, he was
it was clear he had an impressive physique. His backside was
ydreaming about a man I had never even
t you, sir. He mentioned you needed help, and I'm here to
ped. Wow, his voice was something else-
my baby. There was no way I was going to let that slide, especially after
a j
of the cars are engaged in the same activity, and it's called driving, but I suppose that concept escapes you sin
e, he spun arou
ictate. My. Actions? Do you have
e probably older than me with a few year
my fingers. No one challenges me and gets away unscathed, and you? You're teetering on the edge, and trust me, you're the one who's going to
llure. His angular jaw and slightly crooked nose only added to his rugged charm. Those thick, dark eyebrows framed his mesmerizing eyes, adorned with lashes that would make any woman envious. He was undeniab
adults?" I decided to play the role of the peac
pay me five thousand dollars for the little accid
might have let me off the hook, and I wouldn't be stuck facing such an
credibly wealthy, attractive man demanded a ridiculous sum from my broke self. It was just a minor scratch, and he was more than ca
ney. I'm just a waitress, for heaven's sa
nding me a business card. "This has my office details, reach out to me when you've made your decision.
usly? He shot me one last look before slipping into his Mercedes-Maybach S
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dollars or a
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k, I lingered in the driveway for what felt like fifteen min
s and process everything. Nobody could give m
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