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Her Lion Billionaire(2)

By: Lizzie Lynn Lee



They were all too… disturbing.

That was why, when Charlotte left herself unguarded after the accident and Daniel touched her bare arm, she got an instant shock. Instead of a glimpse of his dreams or memories, she saw his future—their future. Together. What made it worse was that it wasn’t only her that received the premonition. Daniel saw it as well.

Freaked out, she ran into the park and hid until midnight before she finally mustered the courage to return to her apartment.

Who’d have guessed that America’s favorite bachelor was a pureblooded shifter?

But her problems didn’t end there. Two days after the accident, someone returned her bike to her apartment, cleaned and fixed, and she started getting calls and gifts from Daniel Addington.

That man.

But how had he found her?

Perhaps she shouldn’t have been surprised. A wealthy man like him must have a lot of connections. She’d talked to him briefly when he first invited her to a dinner. She thanked him for his help and politely declined his invitation. Then the gifts and unwanted calls started.

Gah, that man.

Charlotte was sure what he was doing was some form of harassment. If he were a regular Joe, she’d have no problem calling the cops. But this was Daniel Addington, and she feared his retaliation.

For the time being, Charlotte decided that avoiding him was the best course of action. She hoped he’d get tired of her eventually and leave her alone; a busy man like him must have plenty of stuff to do. He couldn’t just keep chasing after her.

Charlotte’s smile wavered when Abby didn’t look convinced. Her friend kept scrutinizing her with one eyebrow arched as if to say: Honey, I don’t buy your bullshit.

“Tell me, the person who ran you off the street is actually Addington?”

“No!” Charlotte was scandalized. “Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know. He was drunk or something.”

“Abby, don’t make things up. It was a guy in a blue sedan who skirted too close to my bike. Addington happened to be there and helped me. Besides, he doesn’t drive. He has his own chauffeur, you know?”

Abby wrung her hands in frustration. “Then he must really like you. You should go out with him.”

“No thanks. He’s not an ordinary person like you and I. I just want my peace and quiet back.”

“I can’t believe this. Just when I’m happy that you finally get some romance action going. Charlotte, just look at you!”

“What about it?”

“I’ve never seen you dressed from head to toe in anything other than black. You never wear makeup and always keep your hair in a tight bun. You look exactly like a Sicilian widow in mourning. You wear those hideous gloves even in the summer.”

“I’m a germaphobe. People give me cooties. I’m scared of cooties.”

“Right. My brother has mysophobia and has gone totally OCD. I’ve known you quite a long time, and you aren’t like him at all. But hey, I give up.” Abby raised her hands. “You know that I’m your friend, right? You helped me a lot in the past, and if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here right now. I’d like to do something back. If you’re happy, then I’m happy too.”

Abby was the first person who was nice to her when Charlotte started working for the company. As a bookkeeper, this job was perfect for her. It didn’t require too much human interaction, and she was practically left alone the whole day. When she asked to be moved into the storage room in the basement, her boss thought she was quirky, but he let her have what she wanted anyway. She always came early and left late, did a good job, and never caused trouble like the girls from the marketing department.

“I’m already happy, Abby. I’m just not a people person. As long as I’ve got my job and this office, I’m a happy camper.”

“Are you?” Abby asked sarcastically.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. If you say so.” Abby planted her hands on her hips. “What should I tell him when he calls again? He knows that you weren’t in any meeting. I think he’s already figured out your daily schedule.”

Charlotte forced herself to smile brightly. “Transfer it to me. I’ll tell him off myself.”





Daniel Addington didn’t try to contact her again for the remainder of the day. It was too early to celebrate, but Charlotte allowed herself a small measure of relief. Had he finally come to his senses and decided to leave her alone from now on? It was too early to tell.

She read somewhere that Addington was a workaholic. Maybe his workload had caught up with him. Well, she wished a mountain of work would fall on him, making him so busy that he wouldn’t have time to harass her.

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