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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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12. "Now, the hell I promised, starts."

Agatha

Today, when I open my eyes, I am one hundred percent sure it is now Monday. I breathed heavily and enthusiastically jumped out of bed and took a shower. I brushed my long curly hair, put on my outfit of the day, and pinch a little amount of perfume at the bottom of my ears, I smiled at my reflection, and feeling satisfied, I went outside.

Same as yesterday, I knocked on his door just to annoy him. He opened the door in two knocks and I noticed he's already dressed for the day. He's wearing a dark blue suit, ironed perfectly and fitted him like a glove. 

"What the fuck are you wearing?" He asked as he looks at me from head to toe.

I looked at myself too. From my knee-high boots to my leather skimpy dress and shawl "My -today is my first day at work- office attire." I replied.

"What's your work? In a pub?! You can't wear that in my office."

"What's wrong with it?" I asked.