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.

elegance, every

depths, his presence was compelling, every inch of him radiated dominance. Brittany couldn't

her hands

held her hands, gently caressing her

tried to pull

wasn't ready to

been bothering you,

was the mysterious helper.

it and even

would help

you

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

had his phone out, dialing, "Come back,

returned to the car and drove straight

stunned, "I don't remember agreeing

feeling under the weather, pleaded, "Ms. Lynette, be kind. I'm practically an invalid. How about making

stuck in her throat, her willingness to agree surprising even

then she remembered, she couldn't cook

moment, she stiffly said, "I've never cooked before, so

lashes casting shadows that seemed to weave a

first visit to his

felt strangely familiar yet

it countless times before, yet Brittany was sure she had never been