BREAKING RULES FOR MR. BILLIONAIRE

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fire simmering in my chest. I hadn't slept. Who could sleep after a man like Roman Har

suit, his attention on a tablet, tapping away as if the

ore I walk out and slam the door loudly enough to topp

p at me, unflappable as ever. "Good

oma

land to pour two cups. "It wasn't a joke. I

r brand more glossy? You think a ring on my

front of me. "Because it's the

ht me. "E

l Hartbridge Ventures, carve it up for parts. The company my brother and I built th

you picked me to make it

suspect something's happening between us. And because I k

door. The emotional walls. This wasn't image this was

ne month. Public appearances only. No funny business.

draw up boundaries. Tali

nown he'd wan

w days were

ent wardrobe, set up press leaks, paparazzi outings, and even a few well-chosen events. Nathan did in

hed the small of my back like it was second nature, and offered his arm at every s

when his eyes lingered too long or when his laught

loined kiss on the rooftop, our shared love of travel. I chuckled at the ridiculousness of

in t

Friday night like th

echnology programs. Roman was one of the major sponsors. Our entrance was po

Reporters muttered and scribbled. I could hear o

artet performed something classy in the background, and waiters floated

hispered near my ear as I sippe

aven't been wa

is. Not while pretending

just have to pretend I don't want

ow and sincere.

my part smiling, laughing, touching his arm when appropriate. The longe

ng from across the room. Her expression was unreadabl

stood at the glass overlook, the city

ne well,"

eserve a d

me. "I meant it. You'v

move or blink he leane

chandeliers, in front of

firm but not insistent. My heart faltered, my b

didn't feel

his eyes were on mi

ed hardly

d again, as if nothing had happen

get the kiss

e between pretend

eal had beg

r the gala. How could I, after

o hard, too lon

al to be fake. And Roman? He br

me. But his eyes....Gosh, his eye