Trapped By My Possessive Billionaire Ex

avy oak doors of the comp

her bare arms like a wall of ice. A layer of

louse, silently cursing her senior, Emilee,

her chest, Keeley walked quickly down the tie

landed on the man sitting in the center guest seat, su

ofile of his face, Keeley's foo

le hand. It squeezed so hard she skipped a massi

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and

air, Holland slowly turned his head aw

dark and deep as an abyss,

er Keeley. Her muscles screamed at her

to bring the documents forward, adding with a warm smile, "Ah, perfect timing. Class, please welcome our

d to look at her all at once. Her

orced her stiff legs to move, walking toward the man s

hands were shaking slightly as she ext

his large, long-fingered hand and

tips dragged heavily and deliberately a

uted. She snatched her hand back, a flash

he cold air, combined with the shock of his touch, ma

roposal. His dark eyes lowered, starin

pushed back his heavy le

ighly oppressive shadow over her.

n the room, Holland took off his five-

e with his long legs and w

d with his signature cold cedarwood

n, Holland draped the oversized suit

Her instinct was to shake off the gar

shoulders like iron vices. He leaned in slight

dark voice that only she could hear.

spine. A sharp crack echoed faintly-the sound of cheap plastic snapping under immense pressu

massive jacket. Surrounded by the collective