BILLIONAIRE CLARK

she’d ever seen and far out of her league. He owned the entire Anderson Corporation and was worth billions. Looking like a sex god meant there were many women b

d read the article in a glossy mag that

her league i

ing the day gave her the money to eat. The latest recession hit her hard. She wasn’t smart and didn’t have the qualification to get an

he golden strands looked silken, and she wanted to run her finge

ing this job has built up

the top floor of the office. On several of the desks lay empty sweet wrappers. Bella picked them up, t

s had left her over a year ago. Frank had taken two years of her life and crushed her heart as well as what little ego she’d kept. There was no way she’d ever let another man get inside her heart or her head. When she’d first been with Frank, he’d been a caring, loving boyfriend. In the last year of their relationship he'd changed. Frank started getting angrier, and he’d lash out. Bella hated being one of the women who made excuses, but she ended up finding reasons for his b

g, cooking, cle

oor. During the summer months she kept the windows open to allow dust and fr

indows would o

ming, she started clea

looked up to see Clark

supposed to be invisible to everyone else. The company she worked for held a standard that she prided hers

chool at eighteen and had worked every day since to keep herself alive. Her mother had lived in a trailer park, and she’d moved out the moment school finished. Col

er’s drinking and late night callers. Even though her mother denied being

. Bella had vowed to get away. She hated the men who tried to sne

d curled up in a blanket she kept in her backpack. Those nights were only during the summer. When it was

r daughter’s bedroom door would wake her up. None of the

t a bad taste in her mouth. Her mother wasn't a bad woman, but she wasn’t a great one either. She prefer

o inside her mother’s trailer. Shaking off the negative thoughts, she wheeled out a chair and vacuumed undern

chance it again. She’d always wanted a family

st hit her square in the gut. He was an

Get your work d

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started working in his building. Phoning the firm, he’d gotten her moved up to his floor. He liked

held herself back. Every employee underwent a background check. When he’d employed the cleaning firm he’d gotten detailed ba

over to clean or pick something up was the highlight of his day. She’d never ventured inside

ere willing to do whatever it took to make money, even if earning money meant stealing files fro

hing he needed to know about her. She didn’t have anything but the stan

s small in a good

her mother was a drunk with loose morals and Bella had used to live in a trailer. The wom

ut her that hit

g them scream his name, but he also liked leavin

e at the end of the night. He didn’t allow his women to stay over, and there was

aken a few of his women out to dinner in order to keep the press happy.

lark saw what he wanted, took it, and enjoyed it. He

diffe

r he’d expected some sort of flirtation. He’d gotten nothing. Her uniform remained the big, bulky pale blue uniform, an

n her company. She came to the office floor, wo

made him feel like a stalker. S

e watched as she started pack

out,” he said, gai

g to face him. “Exc

strand of hair off her fa

ht out. How are y

isted her hand as her gaze moved t

ng away her stuff. He stared at her back for seve

if he reached out

s down to court for

my car. I’ll be waiting for you,” Clark said. He walked past her going to the elevator.

session sat in the top parking space. He nodded at security and then climbed beh

the radio off, he sat and w

h, he noted ten mi

passed, Clark drove to t

you, Mr Anderson?

here she is so I know how long to wait?” Clark tapped his fingers

he building. It’s shu

you

minutes ago by Bella Hawkins. She’s the cleaning lady with the

ed. “Thanks

without him. Why didn't she listen to him? He’d offered

if a stranger offer

oman he’d never really talke