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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

"Is everything okay?" Desmond asked when he saw her expression.

"I don't think so." She passed her phone over to him in disbelief. As expected, he was just as confused as she was. He kept his surprise to himself until they were done eating.

Evan couldn't help wondering what they had found out that they didn't want to tell them about. Even then, he knew he was not one of the people they trusted after the stunts he pulled, so he didn't bother asking.

"Tell me when you get something." He told her.

He stood to leave, only for his path to be blocked by Rosaly. She looked up at him with bright, pleading eyes. "Evan, do you wanna make friendship bracelets with me?"

"I…uhm…" he thought of an excuse but facing her adorable gaze, he couldn't bring himself to disappoint her. He took her tiny hand. "Okay, but you have to teach me."

Awkward breakfast