Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Kissing Spell: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

I had to admit that working at my own desk, outside of my boss's office, finally allowed me to actually focus on work and remove the image of Samil's naked chest from my mind… partially. My heartbeat returned to normal, I was able to breathe and the best thing of all, I could drink coffee and go to pee without asking for his consent. Apart from my given assignment, I was now acting like a "real" secretary, answering the phone and transferring calls to the CEO's office. For the first time, I found the fact that I had been writing a script for an office romance useful, since I already a basic formulas to answer the call memorized in my head. I just had to remember to say my name instead of the name of the female character that was a secretary in the drama. Some part of me even enjoyed this type of act… I could at least pretend that I knew what I was doing. Writing my suggestions for the contracts was much harder than that. After some thought, I decided to stay true to

“Hello! I heard from Grandma, I'm glad the herb potion worked… but I didn't expect that you will really insist on paying such a huge sum of money for it…” I laughed nervously.The man smiled and walked closer to the counter.“I've been serving my boss… my Master, for many years. He suffers from a very specific hereditary disease. Young bodies are able to suppress it, but is he is getting older, his power weakens and he suffers more… No drug, no medicine could stop his pain, but your herbs remarkably did it!” he stated with excitement.From his words I could easily tell that he was deeply devoted to this “Master”. The disease he described sounded quite mysterious, but I was glad that I could do something ease this person's pain. I wished those herbs with magic could cure him, but, basing on what Grandma said before, complicated illness would be impossible to heal with this kind of magic…

Sitting on the same sofa with my boss felt terribly uncomfortable. My perfect plan to put a spell on him failed miserably. I guessed it was time to realize the facts, he didn't feel attracted to me in the slightest. Somehow, my heart started to ache each time I thought about it…He got up from the sofa as soon as he finished drinking. I was finally able to take a deep breath after he walked away. It seemed that, unlike me, he found my flusteredness greatly satisfying. Perhaps, he started treating me like a mascot, kind of idiotic but entertaining.He came back holding the proposals I had previously brought. I thought he would pass them back to me and announce his decision, but he sat on the sofa next to me again instead.“Did you read those ideas for the show?” he asked casually.“Yes, but briefly…” I replied.“What would you chose?” he smirked.“Sir… you would really want to kno

I went outside trying to keep a polite smile… until I saw my loving Grandma casually chatting with a driver she previously called a “gangster”. I walked closer and got absolutely stunned. The fearsome guy in the black suit was eating a piece of cheesecake my Grandma made!“The secret is to wait until the biscuit gets a little colder… only then you should add the layer of cheese melted with pudding and milk,” she was telling him her recipe for the cake.My jaw literally dropped. That guy, who looked like Caucasian Shepard looking at my Granny – the barking Chihuahua, was eating the cake she brought for him on a white-pink plate, and kept nodding his head trying to memorize her words.“Granny… what's going on here?” I asked laughing hysterically.“Oh, nothing… I was just telling Joe my secrets for baking,” she giggled.“You… were telling… “Joe&

“Young Master…” Mr. Romero bowed nervously.Asher Borda stood confidently gazing at him with a sneering smile. I looked at him carefully. He had a dark complexion, black hair, and glowing amber eyes. I guessed the handsomeness's genes were obviously running in that family. He resembled Samil a bit, but there was something incomprehensible about him that made me feel uneasy… Maybe, it was the fact that Mr. Romero and I were basically caught talking behind his back. Suddenly, he turned his head my way and our eyes met. That startled me.“Gael… you may go back to my Grandfather. I will take care of his guest,” he claimed firmly.“B-but Young Master… I was given an order to take Ms. Eder to the dinning room soon… I shouldn't leave her…”“I will take care of that myself,” he didn't let Mr. Romero finish, “Or do you think I'm incompetent enough not to know where the