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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 Desmond returned from his meeting, they had finished discussing most details of their plan and Natalie had long left.

He let out a long sigh as soon as he saw her and swept her off her feet.

"Boss, I'm trying to complete an important part of my research here." She protested. He had caught her off guard while she worked, turning her chair around to face him and pulling her out of it.

He pressed her against his body and took a long inhale of her scent. "I almost couldn't take it, being so close to you all day but not being able to hold you and touch you."

The feeling was mutual. He had left the house earlier than usual this morning. She had vaguely heard him mumble a goodbye and kiss her cheek before he crept out of bed, and she had slept in for much longer and come to work after dropping Rosaly off to school.

She had heard him a few times in the day but he was so swamped that she couldn't go to him either.

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