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 movement a study

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

an hour, her hands ached with

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

tried to pull

seizing the opportunity, wasn't

hasn't been bothering

the mysterious helper. "Did you find

would he know about it and even go as far as to

would help

you

you thank me properly?" Isaac suddenly

she could respond, Isaac had his phone

to the car and

"I don't remember agreeing to

Lynette, be kind. I'm practically

got stuck in her throat,

remembered, she couldn't cook to

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

by her presence, closed his eyes, his long lashes casting shadows that seemed to weave a web around Brittany's

was Brittany's first visit to

everything felt strangely familiar

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