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His Pretty Little Thing (The Personal Assistant)

r18 (Intentional Love And Erotic Scenes). I was determined to work my way back to the top after taking a rather long break from the corperate world. Fate did it's thing and I found myself back in the same space with my most dreaded ex. Working at Nolem PLC as a personal assistant was fulfilling. The feeling of love and lust clouded our senses for a very long time until Thomas Maclewin stepped in. An engagement to a childhood friend, The sudden reappearance of an ex and Thomas Maclewin, The Chaos, The bitterness, The feeling of betrayal, Family, Love, Lust and Romance all gave rise to a beautiful and relatable love story. Excerp 1 "You think I would be interested in just any random woman who puts her room key in my hand. What the hell kind of man do you think I am." He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Didn't he tell her he hasn't been with anyone else since her. Where was all this coming from. "Did you not understand when....." "No, you don't understand!" She interrupted, slamming a brush on the counter, looking up at him furiously. "I'm not like this, I'm not someone that sleep with her boss. I'm thirty and I've only been with two men my entire life, you inclusive. And I've never let any man rid me of my sense of reasoning, ever!" She yelled, her voice getting louder with each word. "But when I'm with you, it's like nothing else matters. This... this thing," she continued, gesturing between them. "This isn't me. It's like I turn into a different person when I'm with you, and I hate it. Maybe it's so easy for you, but it's not same for me."

christabelradiance · Urban
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140 Chs

Marry Me

She was so furious that when Bennet unexpectedly walked in at the front door, it was both a relief and an invitation to an unconsidered speech. "Bennet, this is intolerable!" She exclaimed, her hands gesticulating wildly. "They treat me like a child or a... an irreponsible person! Do I actually have a part in your home or am I just a..... a furniture that is expected to sit at a particular position once I'm dropped there?

"What the hell do you mean by that?" Bennet said, looking at her curiously. "That's an odd way of greeting Clara," he teased, trying to calm her down a bit. "Being away from home doesn't mean I've forgotten you. Do not worry, you'll definitely get used to my occasional absence."

She knew that he was only trying to make her calm down. Yet, she was too angry to consider that the hall was not the place for such a scene.

"That is not the problem" she cried, insistently. "I want to know if I have any authority at all in your home."