My Bossy CEO Husband by Symon Diller

By the time Brian snapped back to his senses, she had been gone. Now, there was nobody else in the corridor except for this actress.

It must have been her, right?

Eleanor was rooted to the spot. She blinked at Brian’s handsome face, her mind racing.

Perhaps Brian had slept with someone last night, but he had no idea who it was.

“Get back inside first.”

Brian thought back to the distinct bloodstain on his sheets, and he softened his tone.

down in joy. But she stifled her true feelings and timidly followed him into the

you said that you came

sofa and cast a casual glance

hazy, but what he did remember clearly was that

him, then that meant that she was as much of the

an appointment with the director, John Cohen, for an audition. It was just by accident

lowered her eyes to conceal

for a while before asking, “What kind of compensation do you

jerked up. “No, thank you. We are both adults.

practically most powerful man in

type of person who could get whatever