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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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Once bitten

"The family doesn't want an autopsy. They believe she comitted suicide." Ignas replied. "There were traces of alcohol in her blood, so she was obviously drunk. And she was said to have suffered severe postpartum depression after the birth of her daughter.

"What the hell!" Priscilla exclaimed. "They didn't get her help? Women go through a whole lot for these men and what do we get? A fucking lonely nine months journey..."

"Actually, some women carry their pregnancy for ten months if you decide to count by weeks. Nine months ends at thirty-six weeks and women are expected to fall into labour anytime from thirty-seven to forty-two weeks." Clara interrupted.

"Forty-two what? What the hell is that. I can't carry this bump for that long. That's going to kill me. I'm gonna die, oh my god!" Jane squealed.

"Here we go again...." Ignas murmured, taking a seat on a high stool beside her.