Hello Billionaire

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Also, Cage declared his love for Farrah’s children, but it was not emotionally supported. I was simply not convinced. But aside from Farrah being his employee, she's also a mom of 3 and recently devorced and he spends all his time at work, while dealing with family stuff so things get complicated...

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My ADHD brain trying to rate my amount key plot points in my rating: G-rated; 20% (on the high end) getting annoyed with me? Am I adding extra space for people that are reading this sentence so they consider their choices? Nah…. Maybe a little, in case… but I tried. She nodded from behind her desk as I approached, my sensible heels loud against the tile. “Would you like a water or a coffee?” I loved everything about our mmc he was just pure perfection and even when he wasn’t I loved him enough to turn a blind eye.

Getting out my phone, I dialed my best friend Mia’s number. After a couple of rings, she answered, and I could hear the echo of the bathroom she always answered my calls from during the workday.

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I also loved the interactions between Farrah and her 3 kids and it was fun to see that their relationships were as important to the story as the romance was. When my friend gets me an interview with her boss for an interior design job, I think things are finally looking up. That is until I door ding his Tesla and yell at my kids on the phone during the interview. (For the record, running out of peanut butter does NOT count as an “emergency.”) Sweet Caroline” began playing from my phone, and I closed my eyes. Please, please no. Not right now. He said it without saying it. A single mom with three kids and plenty of responsibilities wasn’t exactly the kind of person who could show up every day without interruption. And yeah, I could probably sue him for saying it, but he’d been honest.

Did someone get stabbed with a butter knife?” I asked, trying not to turn into the momster I felt like becoming in front of my potential boss.