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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

The nagging feeling persisted as I busied myself with preparations for the interview later in the day. Despite the inner turmoil, I braced myself and exited the room to join them downstairs, determined to keep myself occupied and push aside the disturbances plaguing my mind.

I opted for a short ivory dress, my go-to choice during pregnancy, as it offered comfort without suffocation. Pulling my hair back into a simple style, I chose to forgo makeup, embracing my natural glow and gaining confidence from the radiance I exuded.

Descending the stairs, I found them gathered around the table, engrossed in their discussions, with only Mr. Karalana seated alone. I hesitated momentarily before Andrew approached me.

"Miss Erica, come join us if you don't mind," he invited warmly.

The wait