Avalorian_

"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

She hurried to the door to open it and frowned at the sight of Evan.

"Is Zaria home?" He immediately asked, trying not to show his disappointment at the fact that Zaria was not the one to open the door.

"No. Do you need something?" She wanted to shut the door in his face. Evan was Desmond's friend but she hated having to wade him off. Wasn't it supposed to be common sense to stay the hell away from your friend's fiancee? Evan's mind was as twisted as his insane sense of humor.

He didn't buy it. "She's home, isn't she? I only want to discuss business."

"If that's the case, you can contact her executive assistant and ask them to help you set up an appointment with her during working hours." She insisted.

He chuckled. "I didn't realize executive assistants have their own executive assistants. Preston and Fort Group must be special."

Jealous