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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

No, Benjamin, I didn't watch anything; why would you say that? I only felt the need to, so I rubbed it that way."

Then I felt his wet, warm tongue inside my mouth. He appreciated kissing me, and with a long sight that followed, he admitted.

"Don't do that when I'm around. I get jealous if any other than my hands are touching your body."

" Huh? What if I am bathing Benjamin?"

He scoffed and gave me the phone. "That's different, Erica."

I picked up the phone when it rang the third time: "Hello, Muya." He asked if Benjamin was with me, and I refused, "No, he is not with me; I don't know where he is."

I don't know why I lied, but I did.

Benjamin shot me a glance and said, "Let me talk to him." Benjamin insisted.

But the call had been cut already. When I glanced at him, he looked fanny-like with his bare body, wearing only a straight face. I was better off if I had my belly shielding a glimpse of my shamelessness.

The other side.