The Billionaire's Christmas Virgin (The Billionaire's Obsession, #9.5)

by J.S. Scott

What in the hell was I doing? Basically, I was freezing my ass off looking for a runaway girl in the middle of a snowstorm on Christmas Eve. What really pissed me off was the fact that she was a spoiled eighteen-year-old

been Cruella de Vil for as long as I could remember, and I referred to her by that name so often that I almost failed to remember that her real name was Harper

member of the Lawson family, friends of the Colter family for as long as I could

off on Christmas Eve. There was very little I wouldn’t do for my mother. But right at the moment, I wished I didn’t love her quite so much. I hadn’t seen Harper in years, even though

Springs, Colorado. I was on college break, and Harper had just graduated from high school. Thankfully, Mom had stopped trying to push a friendship with

she was downright mean. Her younger sister, Danica, was a heck of a lot nicer, but I hadn’t seen much of her, either. I had run into the Lawson brothers occasionally, but because we went to different schools, we barely knew any