The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Chapter 101

Up on the second floor of the Starlight Hotel, a guy decked out in a black waiter’s uniform whipped out his phone. After a quick look around to make sure no one was watching, he gave a heads up to the guy on the other end of the line. Pete, Kamilla Lindberg is in the lounge. She’s alone. Aidan didn’t touched her He’s left.”

“Keep Kamilla on lock. I’m on my way.”

About ten minutes later, Pete rolled up.

Logan, keep an eye on the door.” He instructed and then made a beeline for the lounge

Scattered on the floor were women’s clothes.

He halted, bent down, and picked up Kamilla’s intimate apparel–a light pink number with lacy trimmings. He brought it close to his nose and took a good, long whiff.

Faint rose scent, mixed with Kamilla’s own aroma.

Pete’s mind was racing

Kamilla had been knocked out cold by Aidan. Now, she was sprawled on a bed, barely covered by a thin blanket.

Kamilla, and couldn’t resist lifting

dilating like

further down, taking in a deep breath. A bold thought popped into Pete’s mind. He was a

status lower than Aidan’s, despite both

a lower rank than Aidan’s, thereby putting him at a

was Aidan the one the Lindberg family’s

were about to

about to

hour

at Kamilla, now in a state of disarray on the

cold, not yet awake, and clueless about the

couple of pictures on his phone. Satisfied, he made

him as soon as he emerged

a once–over. “did you take care

to know you were

a nod. “Good.”

floor, David slipped out after making sure Carter was