The Billionaire’s Wife by Penelope Ryan EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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Ella
I pull my coat tight around me, bracing myself for the frigid, Seattle
cold as I step out the front door of my apartment complex and jog down the
steps to the sidewalk. A gust of wind blows through my hair, and I grit my
teeth at the chill. Frigid is right.
Well, maybe not frigid as in icy, but definitely frigid as in wet. Seattle
has wet winters, which, arguably, are much, much worse. A light drizzle
permeates the air, and I can feel my hair frizzing already. It’s the main
reason I never bother to style it. What’s the use?
I check the time on my phone. 9:17. Exactly thirteen minutes to get to
Alec King’s penthouse. Because only Alec King would care that I be
exactly on time to walk his dog. I roll my eyes just thinking about him.
When I first started my dog walking business a year ago, I imagined
working for sweet, little, old ladies or fellow college kids, spending time
with their adorable pets while they were out of town or otherwise disposed.
And, to be fair, I do have quite a few of those types of clients.
But I don’t know what the deal is with Alec King. I’d been referred to
him by someone else in his apartment complex who I occasionally dog sit
for. Apparently, it had been high praise. First, I’d been absolutely
dumbfounded by the size of his apartment. No, penthouse. It’s a penthouse.
I’d never seen one in person before until I started working for him. I’m still
shocked that people live like that. Stunning, ridiculous views of Seattle.
And besides that, he’s just … weird. I don’t think I’ve seen the man smile
once. Not once. Not even at his dog. Which is an adorable little Corgi, by
the way. How do you not continuously smile at a Corgi? Your own Corgi?
Whatever. The point is that Alec King is weird. And kind of an asshole.
And gets angry if I’m any more than thirty seconds late to walking that
aforementioned Corgi. So here I am hustling through the rainy streets of
Seattle on my way to his penthouse. Thankfully, I don’t live far from his
building. (Only in a much, much less nice area and in a much, much less
nice apartment.)
I round the corner toward Alec King’s building and see it come into
view. I glance around, hoping the drizzle will let up soon so my walk with
Betty—the Corgi—isn’t absolutely miserable.
I’m still in a little bit of shock that I’ve managed to make an entire job
out of this. I giggle to myself just thinking about it. But I need to remember
the bigger picture, my long-term plan—not that it’s hard to forget. It’s been
my dream since I was a teenager.
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