Annabella Hart is on a mission. A mission of self discovery. A mission to be happy.
She's made a few mistakes, but then again, who hasn't?

She has an entire manual on how her new life should go. She had thought about it, thought about every single outcome. Nothing would ruin this for her.

But a chance encounter, spilt milkshake and a few curse words later has a much more stronger effect on her new life than she would have thought. That and the unsettling fact that she couldn't stop imagining what her new boss looked like naked. Shock follows however, when he admits that  he couldn't stop thinking about her either.

An arrangement is made, a no strings attachment. Things should go smoothly. Afterall, it was just sex. Right?


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Wanting Ella

She drew her attention from her phone screen to notice that the car had come to a stop. 


Looking beside her to the empty spot where Kaiden would have been seating, and for the hundredth time in the past forty-five minutes, she swallowed the lump of guilt lodged heavily in her throat. 


The passenger door opened, Victor holding it out for her as she exhaled deeply and stepped out, noticing for the first time that the day had begun to darken, the sun already starting to set. 


That didn't quell the beauty of the mansion that stood before her however. Creamy white and ancient, but in very good shape, Raphael's grandmother's home boasted of wealth and affluence, yet age and grace. 


She thanked Victor, sending the chauffeur on his way while she stood before the towering buildingsuddenly feeling uncomfortable in her low heels. 


41. Alessia F**king Smith