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

his presence was compelling, every inch of him

about half an hour, her hands

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

tried to pull away, "Let

wasn't ready

bothering you,

Brittany realized he was the mysterious

it and even go as

help you but

you

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

his phone out, dialing, "Come

to the car and drove straight

was stunned, "I don't remember

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

refusal got stuck in her throat, her willingness

remembered, she couldn't cook to save

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

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

Brittany's first visit

felt strangely

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