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 movement a study

clawing its way out of the depths, his presence was compelling, every inch of him radiated dominance.

about half an hour, her hands

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

pull

the opportunity, wasn't ready to give

been bothering

the

he know about it and even go

help you

"Thank you for

Lynette, won't you thank me properly?" Isaac suddenly said,

Isaac had his phone out, dialing, "Come back,

Nathan returned to the car

was stunned, "I don't

feeling under the weather, pleaded, "Ms. Lynette, be kind.

her throat,

she couldn't

said, "I've never cooked before, so you'll

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

Brittany's first visit to his

the door, everything felt strangely familiar yet completely

was as if she'd seen it countless times before, yet Brittany was sure she had never