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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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Maclewin

Clara walked slowly to the door, her eyes resting curiously on the tall, motionless young lady who stood there with her arms full of flowers.

"Who are you?" she knowingly asked.

"I'm Bethany Maloney," the woman replied. "You are the new Mrs. Lewin, I guess?"

Clara grinned. "Yes," she said.

Bethany was too polite to gaze incredulously, but she could not altogether keep the dismay out of her fine eyes. "I believe we've met before, and I apologize for my behavior back then. I'm afraid. Bennet and I are old friends."

Clara glanced at her sharply. 'Yes, Bethany was obviously the entanglement.' She thought. She had a proprietary air, and the way she had said 'Bennet and I are old friends' was slightly self-conscious.

"How do you do, Miss Maloney. Bennet told me you would be calling," she said demurely.

"Oh, please, I hope you'll call me Bethany," the other woman said with a little laugh. "And you, what's your name?

"Clara."