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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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Stay away from her

Desmond poured wine into Zaria's glass and then poured some in his own glass.

"Don't drink too much of it. It's a hundred years old." He gave a gentle warning.

She scoffed when she heard him. "Do you think I would get drunk from a few sips of wine?"

"You wouldn't?" He was amused.

"Forget wine. I could drink a bottle of 50% content tequila and help you win a deal." She exaggerated, and they both burst into laughter.

"Would you like some later?" He asked, referring to the tequila.

"Not that I would mind." She smiled, looking forward to it.

However, he changed his mind. "I don't want to get you drunk tonight."

"Why? Are you scared that you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from taking advantage of me? Or are you afraid that I would take advantage of you? Not that I would mind either…" She teased with a sly wink.