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[BL— Warning: Adult content 18+. Extreme Smut every 20 - 30 chapters]
"You," Augustine began, his voice firm and direct. "I'm making you an offer: we get married, immediately. This isn't a request, it's a demand." Augustine's uttered with a piercing gaze. 
Charles scoffed. “What type of bullshit is that?” He fired back. 

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Augustine Wales is a cold CEO who is known as the most successful and influential business man in Country H. 

His name alone commanded respect, his steely gaze and cold demeanor strike fear into even the most hardened of hearts. He was a man of few words, each syllable weighted with the power of his position. 

On the eve of Augustine Wales 29th birthday, he received an unexpected call from his family, their demands clear and uncompromising: find a spouse, or forfeit your stake in the family's vast wealth and influence. 

In that very moment after receiving the phone call, the gaze of Augustine fell upon a young man named Charles Donald and without thinking twice, Augustine immediately made a proposal to Charles, but was met with a swift rejection. 

Augustine's proposal was rooted in desperation but little did he know that fate was drawing him toward a future he never could have predicted.

"What will happen when Augustine Wales, the powerful CEO, finds himself unexpectedly falling for Charles Donald, a humble cleaner in his office?"
"When Charles' deadly secrets rise to the surface, will their fragile bond shatter, or will their love prove strong enough to weather the storm?"

Sweeping Him Off His Feet

Augustine blushed, nodding as his eyelashes fluttered. "I already told you I forgave you," he purred before rising from the couch.

Extending his hand toward Charles, he waited.

Without hesitation, Charles slipped his fingers into Augustine's grasp, their warmth melding together.

"Let's head to the room," Augustine murmured, his voice carrying the weight of exhaustion. "I just want to lie down for a while."

Charles gave a small nod, allowing Augustine to guide him towards the stairs, their hands remaining intertwined in silent understanding.

Charles's shoulders slumped as his gaze flickered toward the kitchen.

Augustine didn't need words to understand.

The gaze of Charles already told Augustine what he needed to know; Charles wanted him to prepare a meal.

"Pookie, I'm not a good cook" Augustine whispered, his voice carrying a hint of hesitation.

You are seducing me.