CHAPTER 47

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Third person POV

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"Fuck!" Nathan punched the wall, does that baster always have to ruin every-freaking-thing? Marilyn is dead because of her foolishness and obsession with him. All the instruments on his desk came crashing down on the floor in pieces. "Even with all the projects I stole from him, I still couldn't beat him in the first place," Nathan raked his hand through his blond hair.

His personal assistant came into his office in alarm. "Are you alright sir?" Nathan glared at her, he needed someone to vent his anger on. "Bend over on my desk," he commanded and she smiled surly.

"My pleasure," she sauntered to his desk, flinging her curvy hips as she walked. Rita slowly and sexily took off her underwear, rolled up her skirt and bent over on his desk, her ass on display. Nathan pressed a button on his desk and the door automatically locked.