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 a study in

of the depths, his presence was compelling, every inch of him radiated dominance. Brittany couldn't help but chuckle at

half an hour, her

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

to pull away,

wasn't ready to give

been bothering

realized he was the mysterious

else would he know about it and even go

else would help you

paused, "Thank you

thank me properly?" Isaac suddenly said, "How about making me a meal?" Brittany was

respond, Isaac had his phone out, dialing,

returned to the car and drove straight to

stunned, "I don't remember agreeing

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

got stuck in her throat, her willingness to agree surprising even

then she remembered, she couldn't cook to save her

moment, she stiffly said, "I've never cooked before, so you'll have to

eyes, his long lashes casting shadows that seemed to

first visit to

everything felt strangely familiar yet completely

times before, yet Brittany was sure she