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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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Time To Reflect

He kissed her passionately, his lips demanding, his hands tangling into her hair, pulling her into him.

"I love you," he breathed against her. His hand slipped down her neck and shoulder to grasp her hand and bring it to his chest, his thumb brushing along the bracelet he'd given her. "Please remember that."

"I love you too," she said softly, her voice trembling.

Stepping away, she looked back at him briefly. His expression was grim as he watched her walk away, his eyes tight and full of concern. As she entered the outer office, there was no doubt they'd been heard.

About three employees of Nolem were scattered, roaming around Philo's space conveniently acting busy with opened files on their hands, as they pretended to be checking something. This allowed them to avoid making eye contact.