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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.

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Ultimatum (1)

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"You don't want to go out with me…because I've had many partners in the past?" That meant she wasn't uninterested in him like she made it seem. "I promise, I've always played safe. I can get a test done." 

He realized it was the wrong thing to say and her eye roll proved it. Fuck. Why couldn't he say the right thing with her? 

Rosaly returned and it gave him a moment to think. She looked unhappy with the tutu she was wearing. "Do you not like it?" he asked. 

She shook her head. "I wanted a bow here." She pointed at her waist. 

Clarion knew what to do. She gave her a pastel tutu with a bow at the side of the waist. "How about this one, do you want to try it on?" 

When Rosaly disappeared into the dressing cubicle, she glared at him. "I have no interest in men who just want to fuck me."