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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

In the soft light of morning, Benjamin lay peacefully asleep, cocooned in dreams. I watched him for a moment, feeling a surge of tenderness wash over me. But then, the persistent growling of my stomach disrupted the tranquility, reminding me of the tasks awaiting the day.

Gently, I reached out, brushing my fingers along his biceps to rouse him from slumber.

"Benjamin," I whispered, the warmth of his name rolling off my tongue. He stirred, his sleepy eyes meeting mine.

The request slipped out before I could second-guess it. "I'm hungry. Can you fix me something to eat?"

I felt a pang of guilt knowing it was the weekend, a time for him to rest, yet here I was disturbing his peace. But he simply nodded, his love evident in the gentle curve of his lips.

"Mm, what do you want to eat?" I pondered for a moment. "Some roasted chicken, perhaps?"

Bitter sweet slice of life