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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

Zaria was on a phone call with Desmond. The man didn't want to end the call and talked about many things—none of which was sensible. She decided she may as well use the company while she decided on what to wear the following day.

"What do you think I should wear tomorrow?" He asked, reminding her of the morning he woke her up to simply ask this.

"A blue suit." she responded without thinking it through. It was the first color that crossed her mind since she had just checked out a blue dress.

"What about the tie?" Came another question. It seemed like he was taking her suggestion seriously.

"Red." Once again, it was only because she had touched a red blouse.

"Shirt?" He asked yet again, making her want to beat him up.

"Can't you choose that yourself?"

"I don't know what shirt would go well with a blue suit and a red tie."

She shook her head but still answered him, "White. Change the tie to burgundy."

I can let you see mine