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Hot Coffee

Have you ever been involved with your boss? Are you clumsy? Have you ever poured Hot Coffee in you're boss? If you answered "Yes" to atleast (2) two of these questions then you might be able to relate to our Female Lead, Marianna Catalina Rodriguez. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marianna had embarked on a new journey in life working for the young Mr. Martinez who is notoriously known for his hot temper. Although Mr. Martinez's temper is hot do you know what is more hot? Thats right the hot coffee spilled all over him on the first day on Ms. Rodriguez's employment. But what is this? She isn't fired but promoted? What could possibly be the reason? A change of heart or just the main motive of getting in her pants? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ There is only one way to find out and its by following along with the story of Marianna and Mr. Martinez. All work of fiction. Any real life events and people resemblance are all of pure coincidence. Leave comments and give feedback if you like. You can also follow me on ig. Ig and discord are both on my profile. Thank you for giving my story a chance and happy reading. •||☆2nd book of this series☆||•

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Wedding Day

"Oh my God, I' going to throw up." I said as my mother fanned me, as my makeup artist tried to tap my sweat away, "I'm so nervous. What if I fall? What if I forget my vows? What if I make s complete fool ut of my self? What if he realizes half way through his vows that he doesn't even like me?"

"Mija." Said my mother sternly in an attempt to calm me down, and I felt as I was going to faint.

"Here. Eat this." Said Miss Angelina feeding me a piece of her sandwich, and I took a small bite.

"You need to get a hold of your nerves, for you and Emilio are practically married already. This is just a formality and no more. There is no way under the sun that you can mess this up. This is your day. Enjoy it and make it memorable."

"How is she doing?" Asked my father coming into the room.

"Not so good. How is Emilio?"