Whoever said money can’t buy happiness has never sold their worn panties. Selling every pair to an anonymous buyer whilst working as a long-haul flight attendant means my lifelong dream is in reach.
AIDA I've endured fifteen years of underwhelming marital sex with Lord John Russell. One front-page tell-all from his secretary puts an end to that misery pretty efficiently. As the media furore rages ar…
I wake up in the hospital with no memory of the past year. The last thing I remember? JP Wolfe, my brooding billionaire boss, threatening to fire me in front of the entire tech team.
“You are mine, Sweetheart. You were always going to be mine.” ♥♥♥♥♥ They say don’t mix business with pleasure. But I bet they never had to work with Griffin Parker. He headhunts me to manage the spa in h…
