Belongs To Mr Banks.

Belongs To Mr Banks.

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What do you do when your so-called best friend signs a contract with your signature? Of course you read the contract. Kaydence Moore read the contract seeing she belongs to Mr Banks - The youngest and hottest billionaire. All because he wants a girlfriend for publicity? Surely he can get any girl, so why does he hire Kaydence for a million dollars? Jaxon Banks wants a girlfriend who can be human around him and not one of those savages that call themselves human females. So when he met Kaydence Moore he was shocked at how normal and relaxed she was in his presence. Kaydence, belongs to Mr Banks. What will happen... Will it stay as a work issue or maybe develop into something much more deeper? Kaydence Rayne.
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