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

pupils were dilating like

cheek and then further down, taking in a deep breath. A bold thought popped into Pete’s mind. He was a notorious flirt, always surrounded by

despite both of

Aidan’s, thereby putting him at a lower status

the one the Lindberg family’s favorite little princess had the

things were about

about to be his!

hour

Kamilla, now in a state of disarray on the

awake, and clueless about the identity of the man with whom she had just been

snapped a couple of pictures on his phone. Satisfied, he made his exit.

to him as

gave him a once–over. “did you take

going to know you were here tonight.”

a nod. “Good.”

on the third floor, David slipped