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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."

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Woman Of My Dreams

Leaning over the edge of the bed, she pulled her purse towards her and retrieved it, six new text messages and eleven missed calls. The texts were from Chester, asking if she was home, making sure she was okay and asking her to call him when she could. The calls were from Nuella and Mrs. Jpackson, and her stomach clenched with anxiety as she wondered why they had called her so many times in the last fifteen minutes.

Getting a hold of her phone, she called Chester first, her stomach sinking when it went straight to voicemail. She left a simple message and hung up to call Nuella, jumping as the phone beeped in her hand, the words 'Nuella Babe' appearing on the caller ID. Swallowing loudly, she took a deep breath and answered.

"Oh my God! Mena! Thank God you picked up. I saw Chester leave Ceaser earlier and he looked anything but cheerful. Is everything alright?"