The Billionaire's Unspoken Heart

't slept in days, and tonight w

was in h

s bare feet silent on the hardwood. Only three people had keys to thi

s for suff

all over again. His thoughts were locked on that memory, the sight of her body lying on th

ched the light, his broad fra

and dangerous, "you've got five seconds t

d then a figure stepped

burglar. It

Amara

rls were plastered to her face. Her usual composed expres

hest, her breath coming in sharp ga

e you doing here?

heveled appearance, his loosened tie, his to

achel," she said, her tone clipped. "I wasn't about to let w

her boss's kitchen. Roman paid her well for her problem-solving skills and wouldn't tolerate mist

... over a file?" His jaw tightened. "You shouldn't be o

stly, you should thank me instead of snap

of my hou

ut people when they serve a purpose. I don't know why I go the extra

orward, towe

things," he said darkly. "Because I am. I'm selfis

. She blinked, her anger disso

m sorry. I d

you've walked into," he said quietl

drove through to get here," she replied, he

t he didn't throw h

ay his hair stuck up like he'd been running his ha

called," he

ou didn't

ked away, his sho

tone. "Roman, w

ck toward her. "You

ted, "but I'm here. So

parted, but no words came out. Instead, he tur

ed up," she said quietly. "Whate

tter. "You think you've

t I know what it looks lik

owly, he turned to face her. The raw emotion in his eyes made her breath catch

ing serious. She was always the one picking out apology flowers when he ended things. He never crossed l

oked in his navy suits. But Roman Cage was her boss, n

oice rough. "You've done your jo

to back down. "Maybe not. But you'

n his expression. Then, without another w

g. She should leave. Drive back through

she fol