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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

Song recommendation: Secret—Louane

"There you are," Desmond said when he finally found Zaria. He had searched the whole cottage for her and smiled when he saw her. She was leaning against the wall, looking up into the blank night sky.

"No stars tonight, it's a shame." She peeked at him over her shoulder.

"I can give you something to look at." He winked. Then he took notice of her laptop on the small round table beside her. He frowned. "Were you out here working?"

"Not really. I found a hotel for sale. Check it out," she circled the table and tilted the laptop so he would see it when she reopened the window. "I checked teh past reviews and it's been thriving. The former owner was diagnosed with cancer and only has a few years left. His family is trying their best but he didn't really include them in running the hotel before. They're grasping on straws."

Workaholic