로그인Lisa Andrew finally landed a job she desperately needed... but her boss is a nightmare. Being the secretary of Louis Wolf is harder than taming a lion, the man is rude, cold, and impossible to please. He hates her, refuses to look at her without irritation... yet his eyes tell a different story every time they meet. Lisa could never understand what his problem was. Louis Wolf is a man who always gets what he wants... no matter the cost. If only Lisa knew the kind of thoughts her boss has about her, the kind that don't belong in an office.
더 보기Lisa’s POV Today felt different.The morning air was cool, the sky soft, and for once I wasn’t running like a madwoman to reach work. I sat in my favorite café near the office, sipping coffee like a normal human being instead of swallowing it between elevator doors. The smell of brewed coffee wrapped around me, warm, calming, almost like a hug after a long fight.It felt good. New. Fresh.Jack didn’t mess up a single thing at home today, so I actually walked out in peace. A rare miracle. Maybe the rest of the day would go like this too.I felt beautiful today. Confident. I wore my new black blouse and that matcha-brown skirt I recently bought. The skirt hugged my hips perfectly, soft against my skin, and the blouse shaped just the right amount of cleavage, classy but bold. I didn’t feel ashamed of my body today. I felt proud of it.I was enjoying my own company when a man walked toward me. His office ID hung around his neck, he probably worked in one of the buildings nearby.“Hi, I’m
Louis's POVThe mansion had been terrifyingly quiet, unnaturally silent, the kind of silence that meant only one thing, something was very, very wrong.It felt as if the entire house had already committed a sin and was now too scared to face me for it.I walked through the vast halls, then the endless hallways, each step echoing like a countdown. Everyone I passed froze in place, servants, cleaners, even security patrolling inside against the usual rules. No one dared to speak. They only lowered their heads, terrified of becoming collateral damage in whatever war was about to begin.My hand curled inside my pocket as I thought about the real reason I had been dragged back home to clean up yet another mess caused by the same two idiots I shared blood with. I had left my office, my work, my schedule, my life to fix their chaos. Again.Guards lined the walls, weapons raised at alert until they saw me and instantly lowered them in respect. Seeing loaded guns inside the mansion confirmed w
Lisa's POV I gathered whatever courage was left in me and turned around.As expected, the monster was already looking down at me.Our eyes collided and for a second, it felt like my entire body was swallowed by flames. That look in his eyes, it was something else. I swear I felt it rather than just saw it. The way he stared, it reminded me of a wolf who likes to toy with its prey before he devours it. Or worse like a drug addict who has finally tasted his drug after waiting too long.Something flickered in those eyes, raw and unfiltered, before he buried it behind that usual stone mask.But what was that spark? Anger? Amusement? Hunger?I didn’t know and I hated that I wanted to.I took a step back, putting a respectable distance between us.“Next. You have five minutes to come to the parking,” He ordered, voice low, deep, and edged with command.Fuck. He heard me earlier.Of course he did. I talk like an idiot and he always listens quietly, probably just to mock me in his head. Why
Author's POV He didn’t yell. He didn’t grab the coffee violently. He didn’t scold me or demand an explanation.Instead, Louis Wolf took the cup from my hand with quiet precision, held it loosely at arm’s length… and simply released it.The porcelain cup hit the floor with a sharp crack, smashing into jagged pieces. Coffee splattered everywhere, staining the polished marble like spilled blood.He threw away the coffee because it was late.Because I was late.This is my boss. So supportive. So inspiring.I swallowed hard, feeling nothing on my face but tight professionalism. The old version of me, the one who wasn’t used to battle would have burst into tears from humiliation. But the woman standing here had lived through far worse. I’ve cried over deaths, debts, and hunger. A grown man throwing coffee at my feet didn’t even make it into the top 100 worst moments of my life.“I’m sorry, sir… I got late. It won’t happen again.”My voice came out steady, emotionless. Controlled. Maybe thi












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