All Chapters of Falling for my dragon tamer : Chapter 31 - Chapter 36

I wake up in the morning tangled in sheets with a loud repetitive sound ringing and pulling me out of my slumber.I wake up,mildly confused as to where I am before the events of last night rush through my head,making me blush ans smile. I jump out of bed,feeling the soreness between my legs and the slight wobble in my legs.I grab the phone from the nightstand and tap on “stop” which makes the sound stop ringing. Checking the time makes me remember that I begin work today.With a gasp,I rush out of Liam's room and dash into the bathroom,taking a quick shower and brushing my teeth. Then I proceed to my room and wear my outfit for the first day.A white shirt,a pencil skirt,and black pumps. I put my hair in a tight pony tail and grab my bad which contains all my essentials.In the kitchen,Liam is already dressed and ready to start officially as Liam. Wearing a white shirt with a checkered flannel shirt thrown over it and rugged jeans and brown boots. He looks just a mechanic. “Good mor

I knew that my work experience would get progressively worse based on what Liam prepared me for,but I didn't think or imagine that it would get worse on my second day. Worse part is,I don’t have anyone to blame because I'm literally just doing what i’m supposed to do. What I was prepared to do. Oh joyWhen I arrived this morning, I came with coffee in hand and I learnt very quickly that the boss liked coffee brewed from the office and nowhere else. Then I had to schedule his meetings and follow him to all those meetings and write down everything that sounded important to put down. Good thing we went to some restaurants for some of those meetings else I would have been starving from how busy i’ve been. We’re back at the office now,but the calls that have been waiting are coming through now and u can’t say i’m happy about them.“Ma'am,you need to book an appointment before you can see Mr Manning.” I say calmly,trying to not sound bitchy.“Who the fuck are you calling ma'am? I’m not tha

Evelyn tugged Sir Elton’s leash gently as the spaniel sniffed the base of a streetlamp like it held the secrets of the universe. “Okay, detective,” she muttered, glancing at her watch. “Five more minutes and we’re going back.” The air stuck to her, heavy with warmth and the scent of fried food from a street cart down the sidewalk. Neon signs off wet pavement from a swift preceding rain. Her heels clicked on the sidewalk, her green dress flaring with every step. She felt foolish—and now, a little damp. Sir Elton, however, was in no hurry. He strolled along with the sunstruck innocence of an animal who'd never encountered the word deadline. That was until he charged. A pigeon—plump, brave, and utterly unbothered by civilization—had made itself at home in front of them on the sidewalk. "Wait—no, no, no—Sir Elton!" The leash jerked hard, pulling Evelyn forward. Her heel caught in a seam. She staggered, cursed, and nearly plunged face-first into a tree bed. Sir Elton yapped with vic