The Billionaire’s Maid Bride

Was it just Allison’s imagination, or was Hudson inching closer to her with every passing moment?

A subtle alarm bell rang in her head as she shifted discreetly to the side. “I’m sorry,” she said with a hint of reservation. “If my issue has caused the company any trouble, I truly apologize.”

Hudson, ever so casual, took out his phone. “I’m sure Patty must’ve mentioned it, but your case is a bit tricky,” he said, scrolling through his device.

Allison frowned. “How? Patty didn’t say anything.”

men. But when he smiled, it was very

were busy texting Emma for help, hoping

those ambiguous shots of Penelope. “Mr. Sears,” she said. Her voice was steady and firm. “You’re mistaken. That’s not me in those photos.

Hudson feigned surprise, reaching out to circle an arm around Allison. “You know, Epic Entertainment has treated you quite well since

thin. “I’ll explain everything in three days.” Disgusted, she stood up and

her waist, throwing her back onto the couch. “Playing the innocent, huh? A slut like you trying to act like a saint? You

struggling as Hudson pinned her down by the shoulders. His laugh was growing more lecherous by the second. “Struggle for me, I love it. Did you know I’ve had my eye on you since you started here at Epic? You’re so tempting, Allison. Those guys can’t satisfy you, but I can. Stick