Novels by Ana Ray

BREE"Should I call you when I'm meeting the designer?" Riley asked when I walked out of the room while she was serving breakfast. The past month had been all about her wedding preparations. It had been so annoying and exhausting that I almost talked her out of it one time. Damon wasn't the type of guy to be happy over. He wasn't worthy to be Riley's husband. In fact, he wasn't worthy of any love. He deserves to be alone forever, but it seemed like Riley was already blinded by love. She wasn't going to listen to anyone. If only I could pull my best friend out of this whole thing. She deserves to be with someone who would cherish her above anything."I'm not sure I'll be available. You know how your husband-to-be gets." I almost cringed at my own words. It was already hard working with him after the terrible words he said about me a month ago. Thankfully, he never acted as if anything happened between us in Mount Whitney, so I just hated him more. I'd started job hunting too."Right.

BREE I woke up feeling like I'd been punched in the gut. Pulling the duvet off me, I hurried to the bathroom, clutching my stomach tightly as I puked. Another wave of nausea hit me just as I splashed water on my face. I felt sick to my soul, almost like I pulled an all-nighter or something. After the third round of vomiting like there's no tomorrow, I headed back to the room with a throbbing headache and sore body.I was never drinking again. Even though I had a high alcohol tolerance, the feeling after a night of drinking was never pleasant. It literally felt like my whole body was on fire; my legs were literally wobbling. As I sank into the bed, I let out a huge sigh before resting my temple on my palm. That was when I saw the image of my boss and me. Flashes of last night came rushing over. The way we had kissed in that bar, how we left the bar and wouldn't stop kissing and touching in the elevator and when we finally staggered into our room. Oh God! A gasp escaped from my lips

BREE"Brittany!" A voice boomed behind me. I didn't need to look back to know it was my prick boss. He was the only one who called me by my full name and the only one who knew who I was in Mount Whitney. I took a sip of the tequila before swinging my gaze at him. Just as expected, his grey eyes were piercing into my soul. Just like his personality, his eyes were like stormy clouds filled with so much tension. He was glaring daggers at me with his hands tucked into his pocket. Apart from being a terrible boss, he was a good-looking man. Hundred times better than Ron. He had the look that made you stop thrice to gaze and drool over him. The first day I came for my interview, I was so struck by his beauty that I couldn't talk for a minute. But as soon as he opened his mouth, I knew he was just as narcissistic as every other well-built man out there. "You left the meeting for the restroom, and you're here drinking? Do you know how long I waited for you? What does that portray to our in

BREEMy boss is the offspring of Satan.I'm pretty sure he's plotting world domination from behind his mahogany desk, because tell me why he never stops working?It was a Friday evening, and everyone should have gotten off work early. I was still planning to stop over at the store to get an anniversary gift for my boyfriend when he suddenly told me to book the earliest flight to Mount Whitney.Worst of all, I had to go with him.Anniversary plans cancelled. Weekend staycation with my boyfriend cancelled. "But sir, I already told you I'll be leaving early tomorrow," I pointed out, hoping to the heavens that he would change his mind. I already sent him the email since the beginning of the week. The plan had been to take the day off, but he insisted on my coming in for half a day, but it was already feeling like that would become the whole weekend.I was only his personal assistant for goodness sake, not his lifeline.He raised his brows while typing fast on his laptop. "Well, as you ca