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Agatha

Shawn Lewis, the owner of the biggest lending company in New York City is known everywhere for being a young bachelor. Ruthless, a man who takes no for an answer. He is handsome. A billionaire. Hot and irresistible. Women will do everything just to spend a night with him and men want to be him. He has everything he needs. Wealth, fame, women, people’s attention, and he most certainly can get what he wants just in a flick of his wrist. Agatha Morrison, a simple and uneducated woman who flew all the way to New York City in a hope of changing her life, but found herself being betrayed by the people she trusted the most. With the last penny she has in her pocket, she'll make the most out of it and will soon find herself in a haven she doesn’t want to get out of. They will both meet each other and will be trapped in a so-called “Forbidden Love” that they will soon find too hard to escape. But will they really want to escape? After all the moments they shared? DISCLAIMER Everything you are about to read in this book is a product of my imagination. Any similarities to NAME, PLACE, EVENTS, or ORGANIZATIONS are purely coincidental. There are mature contents ahead so be warned and read at your own risk. A/N This is one of my few well-written novels I would be proud to share with you. I do hope you enjoy reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it. Join Shawn and Agatha as they fight through the odds to get the love, they both deserve to have. Thank you for taking the time to read "Agatha". Much appreciated. With Love, Stellar

Stellar_Roots · Urban
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74 Chs

08: "Too comfortable, are we?"

Shawn

I run faster and longer than usual today, and I feel my leg muscles numbing already due to the force and acceleration my body is going through. I didn't stop and just run, as I feel the sweat traveling down my back. I'm pissed because no matter how far or how much I run, I kept being hunted by her. By her face.

When I saw her yesterday in the elevator, looking so pale and eyes so puffy, something inside me twitched. I am fascinated with her in a way I can't explain. I am just too consumed by work issues that I snapped at her.

I stopped for a while.

Placed both my hands over my knees and chased my breath. I can feel my body heating up and I closed my eyes "Fuck" I muttered and wiped the sweat on my forehead.

I had some people look her up but even the good ones cannot find a single file bout Agatha Morrison. It's as if, she doesn't exist. All I know is that she's not from here. She doesn't know me, that's for sure.