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“Because you like playing up to the media’s worst expectations?” Millie’s voice was unintentionally tart Whoever Acheron’s neo of an idiot to buy the media’s lies about her boss, then she didn’t deserve the Greek billionaire at all
“I couldn’t care less of what strangers think of me—”
“And that’s the reason why all those women are quick to say the et paid to lie, and you’re letting thelance, saying, “I get that you grew up in a world where shoeakness would get you killed, but that part of your life is over Don’t you think it’s time to show the world who you really are—”
“And that’s what exactly?” His voice was of cool a to turn over a new leaf as the long-lost heir of a Greek empire?”
Her lips curved, but her next words, albeit spoken lightly, held a ives a damn about the women he takes to bed, more than most men would”
Chapter 5
A text fro detailed instructions on how to make it to the CEO’s private apartment without detection Apparently, all of the public elevators actually had access to the penthouse It just required soy’s equivalent to Open Sesaically unlock like Alibaba’s cave
How very rumbled to herself, only the real-life version was htmare In the Arabian Tales at least, the sultan had made no attempt to hide the number of princesses that had made their way to his tent With Acheron Simonides, however – didn’t this secret elevator access mean he had every chance to carry any nu the wiser?
Was it possible that Millicent Longbourn wasn’t the only female employee he had taken to bed?
But even if that were the case…
Why should it matter to her?
The perplexing state of her emotions had her so distracted and conflicted that Pippi ended up literally ju the elevator, a deep voice came out of nowhere to murmur, “Welcome back, Ms Jones”
Blimey!
“Mr S-Si her heartbeat to race as if it were practicing for a marathon
She had always been too busy to care much about boys – or men, for that matter – but now she realized it was only because none of those she met had been able to affect her the way Acheron Simonides did
The billionaire lounged before her in a picture of effortless elegance, with the silky ebony locks of his hair still slightly wet and his sculpted frame dressed in a black, buttoned-up shirt and a pair of loose cotton slacks
He was so blasted le not to stare He just wasn’t like all the rich men she had the misfortune to meet, but neither could he be described as ordinary He was just…unique, a man so obviously comfortable in his own skin that his powerful presence was rittiness