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Icy Shots on a Hot Billionaire - Racing Book 1

New York City gives the start of a romance. Or does it? Selena Duchmond is a single 31-year-old Marketing Manager at a humongous real estate company for the last month. She’s a curvy girl, with a professional attitude, and nothing intimidates her, not even the hottest and wealthiest guys out there. Personal problems? Three million dollars in debts for her side family business since the economic crisis, and a shitty health. Are these problems keeping her out of being an Alpha girl in her all? Not at all. Nobody in the office knows about her problems. She’s just considered the fatty, arrogant ass. Oh! And the Ice Queen. Ice Queen? She keeps all male population in a friendzone manner or strictly business. Why? She doesn’t believe in true love. All attempts on her from guys are considered as fake and unreliable promises. Her only wish is to restore peace and stability in her family. When the hot billionaire is waiting for the Marketing Manager at the meeting who is kind of late, and lays his eyes on her, though she’s not his type in general, a strong impression envelopes his being. Seeing she’s not having any reaction at the sight of him, his interest spikes so much that the burning fire of having her urges him to accept the challenge of making her his…. What will he do to make her his? Will he take advantage of her financial situation to turn things into his favor? Will he be the fire that will melt the ice that traps her heart? Will she make him a one woman’s man? Will she surrender to him? Will their story be a romance of true, pure love? One thing is for sure, she’s his Angel and he’s her Satan.

Andra-Cristiana Stan · Urban
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75 Chs

Chapter 30 - Life On A Beat…

Eric's POV:

Selena has given me her back after screaming at me because of what she dreamed of. I’m sitting on the bed, staring at the exit, not understanding why a dream makes her that terrified. I thought she dreamed of me killing someone. That was a possibility. Maybe Don or someone else. I do have killer instincts when it comes to men around her.

I get down from the bed and go after her. Her face is transfigured and she’s shaking her bones out. I don’t want her to collapse. My heart is increasing its beats thinking of this. She’s at the mini fridge, with her left hand on it, and with the right one drinking from a Pepsi can.

“Baby? Please. Calm down. Trust me. Everything will be fine.” I go to her spot and want to take her in my arms but by the time I approach her, she screams at me with an icy glare.