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The Tyrant's Wife

"The harder I try to hate you, the deeper I fall for you." His presence irked her to the core, but whenever he got out of her sight, she missed him?! …. A tyrant, known to be the city's infamous playboy. As an executive assistant, she was forced to work under him by the most cruel twist of fate. If losing her job overnight was a nightmare, then working under a boss like Desmond Fort was hell. He was an arrogant narcissist with an ego bigger than the whole of Imperium city, but that was not what angered her the most. The most infuriating fact was that despite his constant assholery, her heart seemed to stupidly skip a beat every time he gazed at her with those devilishly charming eyes. She knew she was making a mistake but that didn't stop her from sinking deeper and deeper into his charm. All she wanted now was to leave! But leaving hell was not nearly as easy as getting in.

Avalorian_ · Urban
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375 Chs

Honeymoon gift

"The others have left." He said just as they heard a knock on the door to announce the arrival of their breakfast.

"I'll get it." He told her and opened the door. He then received the tray and placed it on the table. "Why are you in such a hurry?"

She grabbed his arm. "Because we have a farewell party to prepare." Her stomach growled before she could take one more step. She laughed and rubbed it. "Right after we have our breakfast."

She freshened up and returned to the bed, where he had just poured them each a cup of coffee and set it beside a plate of cookies, bacon and sunny-side ups.

"Yum." She dropped her towel and sat down to eat, making Desmond eye her body with desire.

"If you keep walking around naked, the last thing I will eat is breakfast." He warned.

"I'm not walking around, I'm sitting." She batted her eyelashes innocently.