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"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.

The Tyrant's Wife

"No!" She was baffled by the fact that he could even get such a suggestion out of his mouth. "Sir you should…"

The rest of her words were swallowed into his mouth as he took her lips in his. Her eyes shot wide and her first reaction was to try to push him away. He seemed to have been anticipating this response, he pulled her hands off his chest and slid one hand behind her neck as he gently nibbled on her lower lip.

Zaria so badly wanted to disappear into a crevice. What was he doing? This shameless man…

His long fingers wove into her hair and made her unconsciously close her eyes. Her breath hitched with every stroke of his tongue against her lips and with every move his fingers made against the back of her neck, she shuddered.

The man kissed her roughly, driving her on edge before soothing her lips with his hot, moist tongue. A gasp escaped her lips from how crazy he was driving her.

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