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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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When Isabella knocked on Clara's door an hour later, she was still in front of her mirror reminiscing on her present life. She sure needed financial help, but she didn't imagine that she would be held up in such a big house playing home and mistress to a couple of young servants and hard headed older women.

The tiny knock came for the second time, and she quickly swung round on the dressing table stool and held out a welcoming hand. "Come on in, pumpkin. She said. Once Isabella stepped in, she flashed a cute and reassuring smile toward the girl. "I will be ready in a bit."

Isabella watched her pull open drawers, but she sad nothing. Only when Clara picked up one of the hair brushes in her drawers to brush her hair, did the little girl ask in a voice of suppressed fury, "Why are you using that brush?"