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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

Natalie arrived at the hotel where Devonte was waiting, and he stood to embrace her. "You don't look happy."

She kissed his cheek before sitting down when he pulled a chair for her. "I'm sorry I'm late." She apologized.

"My love, why would such a silly thing make you sad? Do you think I would be mad at you for just this?" He took her hand in his, kissing her knuckles gently.

"I know you wouldn't." A frown was still settled on her face.

She shook her head. "Let's not talk about it right now. It might ruin our date." If she knew that she would still be in a bad mood after meeting him, she would have opted to cancel the date. However, that would have disappointed him so it was much better to pull herself together.

"No it won't. What's wrong?" He pried. He didn't want her to be sad about anything and if they could solve whatever it was, it would be for the best.

Deserving you