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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

By the time they got back to Preston and Fort Group, Zaria felt as though she had done an entire day's worth of work. Her mind was all over the place and she felt so lazy it was unbelievable. In the afternoon, she was almost dragging, which is why she went to the pantry for a drink.

She had just finished making her coffee and pouring it into her cup when Natalie grabbed it out of her hand.

"Natalie?" She was surprised that the latter was here.

"I tried to call you a few times but you were too focused on making your coffee." Natalie smiled subtly. "But you shouldn't drink more of it. I have a feeling that you are so tired lately because of the amount of caffeine you had in a short period."

Stating her hypothesis, Natalie disposed of the coffee.

"You could be right." Zaria thought about it. "What are you doing here anyway?"

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