CCLAUDIAH

BILLIONAIRE'S LAME excuse.
This story delves into the real experiences of life, so as you embark on Erica's journey, keep in mind that it will include profound romantic language, and corresponding actions may unford. N.B no rape.

Excerpt;
  He stood up from his chair in his office and advanced towards me,not knowing what his intensions were.positioning himself just a couple of feet away. As he witnessed my perplexed look, he moved closer, I can't think,my feelings made with a jumble of uncertainty. Leaning in, he gently kissed me, leaving me in a state of surprise I flushed my eye lids continuously. With his warm breath brushing against my face, he softly whispered, "Erica, tell me what's going through your mind."
I swallowed hard. 

With a glimmer and curved lips he straightened his eyes with mine " that's right, write what you're feeling in your upcoming chapter."

BILLIONAIRE'S LAME excuse, follows the life of a young woman named Erica who starts working at the mansion of a billionaire. But her innocence leads to a romantic involvement with her boss, resulting in her being let go from her job.

With endurance Erica embarks on a challenging path to rebuild her life. Through hard work, determination,and with the help of her to be brother in law as a fortunate opportunity, in no time Erica climbed the ladder of success and eventually becomes a self-made billionaire. 

Erica decides to pursue a career as a writer and eventually reconnects with her former boss.

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This story highlights Erica's capacity to conquer obstacles, reshape her life's story, and discover fulfillment in both her personal and professional aspects.

Enjoy reading it.

Billionaire's LAME excuse

"Erica,"he called, and I looked up at him. "Was I rough? Did I hurt you?" I shook my head; I couldn't recall being hurt. It was painful when he entered, but he managed it, so I couldn't admit it was painful.

He pulled me to him and kissed my roughly swollen cheek. He pulled away and went to my jawline and down my nape, causing a continuous whimper to escape my thorax. He forced my shirt off. "Peaches," he said as he looked at my braless chest. He laid my skin bare, and I covered my milk monsters.

Don't cover them. Erica feels every beat of it."

He held on to my skirt to pull it off, his edge dancing on every part of my body. He pulled it, and my underwear followed suit. I was dripping wet.

Stirring at my folds, his eyes were full of lust, and helplessness was evident on his face.

Condom? He asked, and I nodded, but wait, he didn't show me his phlegm.

OVERWHELMING