Will her dreams come true in the City of Love?
Penelope Hart never expected to be in this situation. After all, who would expect to be invited to Paris by the hot billionaire bachelor Matt DuFour? Certainly not a curvy librarian who didn't even have a passport. Now, Penelope must make a choice: to go, or not to go?
It's a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but Penelope isn't sure what to think. Her heart has one answer, and her mind another. Is Penelope just a game for Matt, or should she open her heart to him in the City of Lights?
Will this couple soar on the wings of love? Or will everything just come crashing down in flames?
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Trapped with Him is the third part in With Her Billionaire, an interracial (BWWM) romance series following the story of Penny and Matt. The series contains strong sexual themes, and is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / General"You look well this morning, Ms. Hart. Are you fully prepared for your flight?"
"Hastings?" I asked. What was he doing here? "Not that I'm unhappy to see you, but where's Matt?"
Hastings smiled. “Monsieur DuFour instructed me to come because he seems to have caused quite a bit of trouble the last time he appeared here. He is waiting for you in the car, downstairs."
"Oh, okay…" I said.
I pulled the suitcase and carry-on out of the apartment and into the corridor. Even though the wheels were smooth, it was a struggle because of how heavy they were.
"Allow me," Hastings said.
I held onto the suitcases. Even if he was supposed to help me, I couldn't let Hastings take them. He was an old man! Probably old enough to be my dad, or even my grandpa. You don't let older people hold these kinds of things.
"No, that's okay. I have it!" I said.
Hastings simply smiled and gently took the suitcases away from me. He grabbed the handle and picked them up as if they were as light as a feather. I stared at him. What, was Hastings hiding a bodybuilder’s physique underneath that suit and gray hair?
"Shall we?" Hastings asked.
I nodded my head. As soon as I did, my heart started racing. This is it. The beginning of the trip. My first plane flight. My first time out of the country. Alone. With Matt.
Before we left, I looked back at the door. There was Kiara, peeking out and giving me a thumbs-up.
"Good luck!" she mouthed.
I smiled back at her, and then we were gone.
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Italian
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Translated by Eugenia Franzoni
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Portuguese
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Translated by Karla Marques V.
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Translated by Juan Enrique Sanchez
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