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.”

round in the belly, yet still in better shape than most middle-aged men. But when he smiled, it was very lewd. Allison was a little uneasy, especially after overhearing gossip about his inappropriate

texting Emma for help, hoping she would

displayed several photos, and Allison’s heart skipped a beat. They were those ambiguous shots of Penelope. “Mr. Sears,” she said. Her voice was steady and firm.

around Allison. “You know, Epic Entertainment has treated you quite

in three days.” Disgusted, she stood up and brushed off his hand.

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

sank into the soft cushions, 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