The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Brittany frowned, "Do you think I'm your maid?"

All the hugging was one thing, but taking orders was a step too far!

Isaac gently took her hand, placing it against his temples. "You did it once before, and you were really good at it."

A shiver ran down Brittany's spine.

When had she ever learned to give a massage?

Isaac's brows furrowed, clearly in a lot of discomfort.

Elijah wasn't much of a drinker, so most of the evening's indulgences fell to Isaac, who now felt his stomach cramping up in rebellion, the pain too sharp to ignore.

Brittany, looking at his pained expression, found her fingers moving almost on their own accord.

She had never learned massage techniques.

Yet, her hands seemed to know exactly what to do, easing his discomfort bit by bit.

His face gradually relaxed.

His breathing steadied.

For a moment, Brittany saw Isaac's face blend with the one in her memories, even though they didn't look alike.

every movement

equally handsome, was a different kind of attractive like a beast clawing its way out of the depths, his presence was compelling, every inch of him radiated dominance.

half an hour, her hands ached with the

fatigue, held her hands, gently caressing her fingertips, "Thank you,

to pull away,

opportunity, wasn't

been bothering

was the mysterious helper. "Did you find those

else would he know about it and even go as far

help you but

"Thank you for your

you thank me properly?" Isaac suddenly said, "How about making

Isaac had his phone out, dialing, "Come back, we're heading

Nathan returned to the car

was stunned, "I don't remember agreeing to this

be kind. I'm practically an invalid.

in her throat, her willingness to agree surprising even

she couldn't cook

"I've never cooked before, so you'll have to eat it,

long lashes

first visit to

the door, everything felt strangely familiar

if she'd seen it countless times before, yet Brittany was sure she