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.
House-sitting a mansion for the summer sounds easy, right? Until my rich, single dad neighbor catches me in a compromising position. I’d just taken off my bikini top. He’s billionaire Ethan Carter, a…
I’d rather work for Satan on designing hell than work for billionaire property tycoon Jack Knight. The arrogant playboy treats London like it’s his Monopoly board.
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.
Jaxon King is a work of art—beautiful, unique… priceless. I meet him when he admires my artwork at a hotel opening. He’s older, sophisticated… a gentleman. At least he is with his clothes on. Out of them……
