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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

"How did you know about my figure? Have you been checking me out?" She asked in response to the compliment he had thrown at her without a warning.

He swept a glance down her body. She was wearing a dark green dress that perfectly fit her body. With curves like hers, it didn't require any extra attention to notice her figure. Still, he had been checking her out for the most part of the evening so he affirmed her words with a nod. "Yes."

She widened her drunken eyes. "Did you just say you have been checking me out?" She was joking and didn't expect him to actually admit it.

He moved closer so he wouldn't have to be loud. "And fantasizing myself pushing you against the wall and feeling you up, yes."

"Oh my God!" Her voice pitched exaggeratedly. "You just admitted to being a pervert, you know that?"

Can I count them with my tongue?