Protected by Her Alien Billionaire Daddy

I show up to my new job with a fake smile and trembling hands.

Ten minutes later, I’m bent over his desk getting disciplined for spilling coffee on the floor.

Not lectured.
Not written up.
Corrected. With heat. And authority.

And the worst part?
I LOVE it.

He’s not just a billionaire.
Not just my boss.
He’s something else.

Every glance from him makes my breath catch. Every command wraps around me like silk and steel. I’m already too far gone—hooked, haunted, desperate to prove I can be his perfect girl.

But when I lock myself in the bathroom, still trembling, I catch sight of the handprint he left behind.

It’s not normal.
The fingers are too long.
The edges are… ridged.

Oh no.

What have I fallen for?

This is worse than when I dated that DJ from the circus.

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