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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 the doorbell rang, Natalie was almost done making dinner and was braising the pork. She knew who it was just by checking the time. Devonte was home.

She turned the burner on low and ran downstairs to open the door, then gave him a quick peck on his cheek. "Dinner's almost ready." She winked and rushed back up.

Usually, he would take that as an invitation to the kitchen to have some of his dessert before dinner—he had made it clear what he preferred for dessert and the thought of it made her flush a little as she finished up cooking.

Tonight, he didn't come to the kitchen. When he emerged from their bedroom, she realized he had decided to take a shower before dinner. He was now wearing his pajamas, which was also unusual. When they weren't expecting any guests, he only wore boxers or shorts around the house.

It had been months since they moved in together and she still couldn't stop herself from checking him out every chance she got.

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