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

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.

an hour, her

hands, gently caressing her fingertips, "Thank you, I feel much

to pull away, "Let

wasn't ready

bothering you,

was the mysterious helper. "Did

about it and even go

help

paused, "Thank you for your

Ms. Lynette, won't you thank me properly?" Isaac suddenly said, "How about making me

phone out, dialing,

the car and drove straight

"I don't remember agreeing to

be kind. I'm

her throat, her

she remembered, she couldn't cook

never cooked before, so you'll have to

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

first visit to

felt strangely familiar

it countless times before, yet Brittany