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.

all cold elegance, every

depths, his presence was compelling, every inch of him

about half an hour, her hands ached with the

caressing her fingertips, "Thank you,

tried to pull

seizing the opportunity, wasn't ready to

bothering

that, Brittany realized he was the

he know about it and even go as far

else would help

paused, "Thank you for your

properly?" Isaac suddenly said, "How

had his phone

to the car and drove straight

stunned, "I don't

the weather, pleaded, "Ms. Lynette, be kind. I'm practically

in her throat, her willingness to

she couldn't cook to save

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

eyes, his long lashes casting shadows

first

everything felt strangely familiar yet completely

if she'd seen it countless times before, yet