Taming The Billionaire

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luxury I could no longer afford. I groaned, slapping at my phone to silence it, and sat

f vibrant blue and orange mocked me, a vivid reminder of the dreams I'd abandoned. Art used to be my world, t

ies, hospital debts from Mom's last days-they loomed over me like storm clouds. I grabbed a cold cup of coffee on t

Maya," I mutte

ssy bun, threw on my worn

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the gut. The gleaming chandeliers, gold-trimmed walls, and polished marble f

r as I stepped into the s

t sure why I bothered. Apologie

pagne flutes. "Get out ther

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on me. These people were here to "give back," yet most wouldn't blink at spe

couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to belong to this world. To w

once-over. "Watch your step, sweetheart," he said, his tone dripping w

ls piling up, debt collectors calling me like clockwor

that burned in my throat. Rule number tw

d, my feet throbbed in the stupid black flats we were asked to wear, and t

, it hap

he tray with practiced ease. The next, my foot snagge

rously before tipping over. The shatter of glass hitting mar

had broken ru

ger echoed in my head like a brok

sp rippled thro

dred pairs of eyes

in my stomach as I turn

ere he

his gray eyes sharp enough to cut steel. His tailor

Greyson, people like me were nothing but errors to be erased. I hadn't even heard him approach, but

brushing at his ruined outf

the contempt

ning as I gripped the tray., holding it to my chest lik

of eyes now staring at me or the old gaze of the man stand

d the murmurs around us. He stepped closer, fixing me with a

this man had on me, the fact he could make everyone around him bend to his

. "You've made me a spectacle in front of the most important peo

icy and final. His gaze met mine briefly,

ate. His face turned pale as he approached me, whispering u

hered out of the room, my heart racing, and my mind spinning. The other guests barely noticed as I was led out, their c

was watching as I was discarded, just like that. A small, insignifica

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e situation setting in like a weight on my chest. The job. Gone.

ds trembling as I looked at the stack of bills sitting there, waiting for my next paycheck.

an Greyson. How could someone like him wield so much power over my life? One sma

due pushed me to the edge. I couldn't just let this go. I wouldn't. I h

him. I didn't know