The Billionaire Boss's Forbidden Mistress
LEAH DIDN'T STOP swimming till a full twenty laps were behind her.
Satisfied with her workout, she stroked over to the side of the pool and grabbed the silver handles on the ladder. As she hauled herself upwards out of the water, her gaze connected with her left thigh and the rough ridges of white skin that criss-crossed it.
Leah didn't look away, as she usually did. Instead, she forced herself to study the scars in the early morning sunshine.
They had faded quite a bit over the past two years. But they were never going to go away, she accepted as she climbed out on to the tiled pool surround and reached for her towel.
Leah sighed. She wished her disfigurement didn't bother her so much. It seemed pathetic to be upset about a few wretched scars when the car accident that had produced them had taken the life of her mother.
Nothing compared with that tragedy, not even Carl leaving her a few months after the accident. Though she'd been shattered at the time.
Leah clutched the towel tightly in her hands, rubbing at her scars less than gently as she recalled the expression on Carl's face when he'd tak ... read full excerpt from The Billionaire Boss's Forbidden Mistress ebook
