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.

Icy Shots on a Hot Billionaire - Racing Book 1

 When I finally open my eyes, I’m in the limo on Eric’s lap. He’s caressing me all over, slowly. 


I feel like spinning… Mommy… I want my mommy… Turn the limo back to the venue… She’s there… 


“Are you better, Angel?” He kisses my forehead. 


I motion him with my head ‘no’. I can’t fucking speak. I have watery eyes… 


I rest my head on his chest. I’m too fucked up… 


I don’t want to the hospital… Fuck it… They can’t tell me more than I already know… I can’t be pregnant. My period came this month and I take the damn pills on time… 


 “I want to go home and have some rest… No… Hospital… Please…” 


He looks at me with a mix of tsunami, worried stare and feels my forehead and then my cheeks. 


“I’m fine… Home…” I have my hand on his abdomen under his suit jacket. 


He’s so fucking hot… I need that fucking heat… 


 “Baby? Hospital, then home. That’s the order of things. I’m not risking.” 


Chapter 69 - Coldness And Hotness