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

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

an hour, her hands ached

her hands, gently caressing her

pull away, "Let

the opportunity, wasn't ready to give

bothering you, has

that, Brittany realized he was the mysterious helper. "Did you find

it and even go as far

would help you but

you for your

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

respond, Isaac had his phone out, dialing, "Come back, we're

the car and drove straight

"I don't remember

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

got stuck in her throat,

couldn't cook to save

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

long lashes casting shadows that seemed to weave a web

was Brittany's first visit to

the door, everything felt strangely familiar

she'd seen it countless times before, yet