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The Tyrant's Wife

"The harder I try to hate you, the deeper I fall for you." His presence irked her to the core, but whenever he got out of her sight, she missed him?! …. A tyrant, known to be the city's infamous playboy. As an executive assistant, she was forced to work under him by the most cruel twist of fate. If losing her job overnight was a nightmare, then working under a boss like Desmond Fort was hell. He was an arrogant narcissist with an ego bigger than the whole of Imperium city, but that was not what angered her the most. The most infuriating fact was that despite his constant assholery, her heart seemed to stupidly skip a beat every time he gazed at her with those devilishly charming eyes. She knew she was making a mistake but that didn't stop her from sinking deeper and deeper into his charm. All she wanted now was to leave! But leaving hell was not nearly as easy as getting in.

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Welcome party (2)

On Saturday. 

Zaria was nursing Holden when Desmond entered the nursery and kissed her lips then her cheeks. 

"I'm way too sweaty right now." She looked up at him. 

He didn't seem bothered. "So?" 

She gave up trying to reason with him. He had seen way worse than her being a sweaty mess.  For a moment, she'd been worried he would no longer be attracted to her once Holden arrived and her body was nothing like it used to be, but if the constant boners he had around her and the cold showers he'd been taking  were any indication, the only thing keeping him from burying himself into her was the doctor's insistence to wait a few weeks. 

"He refused to have his bottle again." She told him as he settled down on the extra chair in the nursery. She knew he wanted to feed their son so she could catch some sleep before it was time to get ready for the guests. 

Desmond frowned. "He had his bottle yesterday."