The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Isaac scooped her up his hand around her waist, giving her a squeeze.

“Whatever you want, babe He didn’t really care too much about these things, as long as the was happy, anything was good.

Brittany, her arms amund his neck, said Loraine came to my sludo today, said she’s still pining for Mr. Salter” With a righ, she added, “Mr. Salter, he doesn’t look too good” Isaac was taken aback by his wife’s sudden critique of his looks “Why’d you say that?” Isane asked “He’s always strutting about with a mask on Locks like he’s hiding an ugly mag any had her legs aapped around his waist Admining his handsome face planted a couple of kisses on him, “Not like you you’re the most handsome.

Who knows what he’s really like underneath that facade of elegance! I really feet for his wife, does the know what her husband’s up to?” That kiss it stined something in Isaac many found herse bessed on the bed, and Isaac didn’t stop even as she was drifting off to sleep Brittany woke up, feeling sore all over Isage was still there, getting dressed his back to her “Zakky we can’t keep doing this.

Bittany said.

She had to work, and her body couldn’t hold up to this every day.

propped herself up, her body felt weak.

bac buttoned up his shirt, walked over to the bed gave her a Inlemassage.

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“Zakky, sony babe.

gave it a kiss, “Get some rest.”

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