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

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

half an hour, her hands ached with the

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

to pull

the opportunity, wasn't ready to give

been bothering

realized he was the mysterious helper.

and even go as far as to

else would help you

paused, "Thank you

thank me properly?" Isaac suddenly

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

the car and drove straight

don't remember agreeing to this

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

her throat, her willingness to agree surprising even

she remembered, she couldn't

never cooked before, so you'll

presence, closed his eyes, his long lashes casting shadows

was Brittany's first

everything felt strangely familiar yet completely

it countless times before,