The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

"Let's head to the office."

Willard pushed open the door to the office, only to find a man sitting on the couch, wearing a silver mask that concealed his face, his eyes cold and menacing. A chill ran down Willard's spine for no apparent reason.

Why did he get the feeling that Elijah's new executive seemed to have a bone to pick with him?

"Mr. Willard."

The man extended his hand: "Pleasure, I'm Caspian."

"Caspian."

Willard shook his hand. "Mr. Ulbricht sent you over, is there an issue with our collaboration?"

Caspian withdrew his hand, catching a faint scent on Willard that he recognized.

It was Brittany's favorite perfume.

He pinched his fingertips, a flash of anger quickly passing through his eyes, though his face remained as calm as still water.

"Mr. Ulbricht's message was to accelerate our partnership."

Willard nodded. "Alright, let's move this discussion to the conference room."

After talking for over three hours and signing the contract, Willard invited him for dinner.

I've got other

off his mask, changed into a set of black

completely moved out of the villa

furniture covered in dust sheets, yet still unable to hide the marks

bedroom door, half-expecting Brittany to jump into

she wouldn't be appearing anytime

Community and early the

"Why are you here?"

turned to

likely just back from a morning run,

"Just passing by."

was off. "Passing

Community wasn't a place just anyone

"What's your name?"

"Caspian."

you find your wife

at Brittany with an unusually gentle gaze: "I

further: "Then I'll be

have you been in contact with Willard

frowned defensively: "How

no matter how much he likes you,

end everything quickly. He moved closer, his breath trembling slightly: "So, Ms. Lynette, better

"Caspian, you're too close-"