LOGINKent Matthews only wanted two things when he got hired as a secretary: a stable paycheck and a drama-free life. What did he got instead? Spencer Johnson — his new boss who’s hot, arrogant, and so ruthlessly demanding that Kent swears he might actually be Satan in a suit. Surviving Spencer’s mood swings is already a full-time job… until Kent makes the world’s biggest mistake: swiping right on a dating app. One ding later, and guess who his “perfect match” turns out to be? Yep. Mr. Ruthless himself. Now Spencer has a new way of tormenting him. He’ll bark orders at the office by day, then slide into Kent’s DMs on random times with one thing on his mind: steamy, no-strings-attached meetups that leave Kent breathless and dangerously addicted. Kent knows he should quit while he’s ahead, but how do you walk away when your boss is infuriating, intoxicating, and insanely good at kissing you against walls? What started as a swipe has turned into a sizzling game of push and pull, and if Kent’s not careful, he might just fall for the one man he promised himself he’d never catch feelings for.
View MoreThe funeral was just last week, but the way the company changed in so many ways made it felt like it had already been a month ago. I left my apartment 45 minutes ago because I thought I needed to be early for the meeting. Yup, another meeting called by the boss, Spencer Johnson. It was scheduled for 10 o'clock and it's only twenty minutes past seven but the heavy traffic in the metro made it impossible to even make it on time. That's when I decided to just ditch my Uber driver and walk my way to the building. I took a reroute by the FestiveWalk Mall where only VIP cars were allowed to pass by. This could've been a cure to the heavy traffic if only I had my own car instead of some lousy Uber cab that barely took me to my destination. Four minutes passed by, and a red Lamborghini Aventador stopped before me. It beeped twice before it opened the driver's window down. “Hop in.” It was the tall guy I met in the Johnsons’ villa. “No, I'm fine. Thank you.” The guy took off his LV sungla
“Quick! Hide under the table!” I swiftly grabbed my pants and my torn shirt on the floor as I crawled my way to a larger table on the other side. As I struggled to fit myself underneath, I watched as Spencer rolled behind the nearest smoke machine. The main lights in the studio turned on, as the sounding footsteps grew louder following the banging of the metal doors. Two men walked towards the stage, which was only about three meters away from the table where I was hiding under. “Are you sure they will be holding the shoot here?” One man said, his voice deep and crisped. “I heard so. I was actually shocked they moved it today. It was supposedly on Friday,” the other one answered. From where I was hiding, I saw how close the feet of one crew was to me. It was so close that one single dock and I’d be busted. “Can you help me move this table?”When I heard those words, my heart stopped pounding. If they were talking about the table I’m hiding underneath, then I’d be as good as dea
The entire executive committee filled the seats of the conference room at six o'clock the next morning. The atmosphere in the entire building was bleak and heavy, and everyone couldn't help but stop themselves from shedding a tear. The sound of approaching footsteps prompted me to fix my posture. “Good morning.” Spencer walked to the front. “As we all know, Julius Johnson, the founder of SPA Network Corp just passed away last night,” he said in a deep, chilled monotone. “And while we are still figuring out how to get back to our feet from last week's decline in ratings and profit, I will be taking over his position.” The indistinct chattering from the members of the committee suddenly filled the room. “I know everyone is saddened by my father's death but may this event not distract us from saving the company from bankruptcy. Thank you.” And then he left. I wanted to go after him. Follow him to perhaps offer my condolences. But he was not in the right mood. Or at least I thought.
His body twitched, and for a second, while it happened, his bulge bumped into mine. It was so abrupt and so unintentional, but the fact that something down there grew hard made me think that maybe I wanted all of this. “This better be something important or else—” Boss said as he surrendered back to his office table to pick up the call. “Hello?” Meanwhile, I remained stuck on the wall. Like a fly waiting for prey. I skipped a heartbeat, observing how his heavy breaths fill in the gaps in the air as he listened to the static voice over the phone. He did not utter a word in response to the caller, nor did I hear anything audible from whoever it was speaking, but one thing was clear at least to my knowledge. He just got bad news. “What was it?” I asked, which I instantly regretted, considering it was way too obvious that whatever it was was none of my business. He refused to answer. Instead, he only picked up his suit and hung it on his shoulder as he hurriedly swiped his car keys o






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