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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

The couple soaked in the bathtub with Zaria sitting in between Desmond's legs and resting her head against his chest.

"Rose baths are the best." She sniffed the alluring scent of rose petals mixed with that of the scented candles on the floor.

"What about Desmond-flavored baths?' He asked with a tease.

She turned to glance at him and chuckled. "Are you jealous of rose petals?"

He didn't deny the claim. "I'm jealous of anything that gets so close to your skin." He picked a rose petal stuck on her shoulder and replaced it with his lips. His fingers ran along her arms earning him a sigh of satisfaction from her. She turned around and pressed her lips against his in a heated kiss. He held her waist and pulled her against his chest as he savored her lips. They were soft and sweet and no matter how many times he had kissed her before, he wanted to do it even more.

"We shouldn't soak for too long." She whispered. She was starting to feel drained.

The definition of a girlfriend