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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 taken aback by his blatant request. A frown settled on her face as she took a step back to get farther away from him. "No."

He was expecting such an answer from her facial expression and pretty much everything else including the fact that she now had Desmond in her life and was ignoring him. Most importantly, he had confessed his feelings to her, and like a loser, he had broken the innocent friendship they had between them all these years.

Despite all of this, he still tried to push his luck. "Just a few seconds. A friendly hug?" He pleaded firmly yet not trying to force her. He reached out to hold her arm, but she swatted his hand away.

"Ryan, don't push it." She snarled. What friendly hug could there be between a woman with a boyfriend and a man who had feelings for her? Heaven knew he could pretty much use the so-called friendly hug to create uncalled for trouble between her and Desmond.

The CEO's sex toy