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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

As Victoria left the room, a heavy silence descended, punctuated only by the soft sound of the clock on the wall. Benjamin's hand enveloped mine, his touch grounding me in the midst of my exhaustion and uncertainty.

"Come with me," he whispered, his voice a quiet murmur as he led me towards the balcony. Despite my weariness, I followed without protest, understanding the importance of the conversation that lay ahead.

The cool night air washed over us as we stepped onto the balcony, the dark sky overhead. Benjamin turned to face me, his expression serious but tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

"I know you're tired, Erica," he began, his voice soft but resolute. "But there's something we need to talk about."

I nodded, my exhaustion momentarily forgotten as I focused on his words. "I understand," I replied, my voice equally solemn. "What is it?"

Entangled: Playing with fire