![]() ![]() Not until I put her together with the fuckable woman I saw in the club. ![]() Not until I heard the whispers about her taking over the reins. I would never have considered taking on the Bradley hotels, no matter the return on investment. I like to control every single aspect of a situation. Her brother was right when he said I liked new construction. They’re written across her face in rapid succession. “Marriage is the easiest way, I should think. “That I become part of the Bradley family.” This isn’t how I imagined proposing marriage. “That’s exactly what I’m proposing,” I say, drawing out the last word. Bradley Hotels stay in the Bradley family.” “I have something deeper in mind than an infusion of cash.” If I told her that she’d go running for the hills. It’s within my grasp, and the anticipation makes me hard. The same thing I wanted that night, only now I know that it’s possible. I wanted control, and this girl, with her high heels and fake eyelashes and glasses of Dom Perignon was in no position to give it to me. I didn’t want another bland night of vanilla sex. The problem was, I didn’t want a carbon copy of every beautiful girl. She had turned down every man who approached her, but I felt confident enough about getting her into bed. Immensely fuckable, and I seriously contemplated taking the steps down to the floor. The first time I ever saw Isabella Bradley was beneath the strobe lights of my club in Vegas. ![]()
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