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

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

her hands ached

her fatigue, held her hands, gently caressing her fingertips,

to pull away, "Let

wasn't

bothering you, has

Brittany realized he was the mysterious

else would he know about it and even go as far

else would help you but

paused, "Thank you for

you thank me properly?" Isaac suddenly said, "How

phone out, dialing, "Come back, we're

later, Nathan returned to the car

don't remember

still feeling under the weather, pleaded, "Ms. Lynette, be kind. I'm

refusal got stuck in her throat,

remembered, she couldn't

before, so

presence, closed his eyes, his long lashes casting shadows that seemed

first visit

felt strangely familiar yet completely

countless times before,