Owned by the Billionaire's Secret

I Am Offici

ational conglomerate that deals in Finance, Technology, Cyber security and Hospitality. Maybe even more but

ndra, my coworker, with a handful of files in her hand. Her chestnut hair pa

I always do when I'm stressed out. "W

Mr Grayson's office." She

I curse

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of feelings that washed over me got me more tensed up than ever. The room was dimly lit despite the early hours of the morni

sive black suit. His hands were clasped together and one leg on the other. His presence alone was enough to make

k. I swallowed hard and took another stance. He looks up at me now with his usua

, drafting my schedule, making my coffee and do

don't know if I said something amusing or offensive but he rem

efore it could fully form. He senses my eyes on his lips and breathes

his touch. He breaks the building sexual tension I

ving your things down here." He takes a step away and

quite shake. You should start moving your things down here. The

ting. The walls are lined with sleek black shelves, filled with books that

ring a breathtaking view of the city skyline. It's the kind of sp

wants, a constant reminder that

s curling into my palms a

mach t

fingers tightening around the handle of my suitcase. The leather digs into my palm

got time,

. Not a suggestion. Not even a warning. An expe

hes below, glittering with artificial light, cars moving like veins pulsing through a body that never sleeps

tanding in the

s life... none of

here

in this office speaks of precision, of a man who leaves nothing to chance. A man who see

ll spreads

s was just a job. A cont

-steel fortress, I realize-I've step

arefully or

ing da

n that. After all, I'm just an expensive mercha

om an experience of pain. I saw Ethan Calloway, my ex-boyfriend and he had a misc

, a motherfucker that

of a