Bought A Gigolo, Got A Billionaire CEO

fountain pen tore throu

d her name on the final page of the divorce agreement. The document that str

her fingers trembling slightly, and sh

condensation wet her palm. She tipped her head back and swallowed the clear liquid in one massive gulp. The alcohol burned

any bar top. The screen lit up wit

ght. Room 5012. Go ruin yourself a little, Le

her like dirt, and today he threw her out like garbage. She needed this. She needed to feel somethi

in the air pull

the bar. The crowd naturally parted, steppi

fectly to his broad shoulders and narrow waist. His jaw was sharp, his expression entirely devo

, speaking in a hushed, urgent tone about

ity radiating from him made her skin prickle. Her buzzed brain connected the dots instantly. Ayla had p

gainst the hardwood floor. The room spun slightly,

widened, and he immediately stepped fo

arrett's dark, piercing eyes dropped to Alexis's flushed cheeks and s

ogne-cedar, bergamot, and something dark and expensive. She h

d flat against the har

d, her voice thick with vodka and re

A flicker of dark amuseme

his mouth to shout at the woman who had

up, his long fingers brushing against her knuckle

of her ear, his voice a gravelly whisper

the

runo a single, sharp look. Stay he

's waist. He pulled her flush against his side

all space was deafening. The heavy scent of male pherom

umbled out, Jarrett's hand gripping her hip tightly

pinned her against the solid wood. His hands tangled in her h

They fell onto the massive, soft bed. The world disapp

ight pierced through the gap in the blackou

r was fast asleep on his stomach, the white sheet draped low over his muscular back.

ith violent regret. P

loor. She scrambled around the room, snatching her sca

llet and pulled out every single bill she

own and set a glass of water on top of it to keep the bi

r breath, and slipped out of th