The Brand ambassador

"Let go of your inhibitions. Push your boundaries. Explore your limitations. Take my hand, say yes, and be mine forever!" My name is Annalise Walsh, I live in Los Angeles and I’m working as an advertising executive (an AE) for “S&W Advertising”, a small but fierce agency. My goal right now is to put my hands on a very important account. I’m talking about “HL Sportswear” a new branch of “Hamilton Inc.”, a company that belongs to the sexiest man alive, Lance Hamilton. My name is Lance Hamilton and I’m the youngest CEO in the States. I’m heir to billions and a billionaire in my own right. I’m quite ambitious and I’m constantly trying to expand my business towards new horizons. “HL Sportswear” needs to be presented to the world and for that, I need the best AE in the city: the intelligent and gorgeous Annalise Walsh. Working for Lance isn't going to be easy for Annalise, but is going to be extremely interesting. That's for sure!

My Job? Keep Creed Empire’s playboy CEO away from gold-diggers. My secret? I used to be one. ~ My name is Jenna. A quick one before my lovely writer takes over. To the world, I’m Jason Creed’s bodyguard… tough looking and unfeminine. The perfect image of an official bodyguard. But my real assignment has nothing to do with criminals or rivals, like you’d expect. Instead, I keep the leeches away — the ladies Jason drags into his bed because he’s bored of his grandmother’s ‘approved list’ of women. Yes, I know how pathetic that sounds. But this job pays for my father’s treatments, and it’s my one shot at a real fucking guard academy. Then Jason sleeps with the wrong girl… a blogger’s daughter with a habit of blackmail. His grandmother, the Baroness, gives me 48 hours to fix it or I’m fired. So I made a deal with the playboy himself. One night… One vow to his grandmother – a vow that can never be broken. Jason laughs in my face. A tomboy like me? Please. He has no idea what I’m capable of. No idea how easy I could get a man wrapped around my finger. No idea about the man who’s been hunting me for years. That night changes everything. But the Creed Family may not survive it when my past comes knocking.

I lifted my gaze to meet his unwavering one; his eyes were enigmatic, just like his dominant posture. He had an enviable and captivating physique, with well-defined muscles that accentuated the perfect cut of his suit. His greenish eyes, tan skin, and slightly curly hair, styled professionally, completed his look. He was truly a stunning man. “Finished admiring me, miss?” With a teasing tone, a charming smile appeared on his lips. The CEO was undoubtedly tempting. “Sir...” I cleared my throat, trying to regain my composure and searching for words to escape that uncomfortable situation. “The content is not appropriate to be read aloud; please understand!” “That, I will decide!” He leaned back in his executive chair, watching me calmly as he savored a sip of his favorite whiskey. “I'm waiting.” “I apologize, sir, but I can't do it. You can fire me!” I turned away, ready to leave the office hastily, when his strong hands gripped my wrist, about to pull the door handle. He carefully watched my reaction and then smiled. “Apprentice…” The CEO approached me seductively, causing me to step back a few paces until I was cornered against the wall. He surrounded me with his arms and brought his lips close to my ear, whispering, “There is so much potential in you; I will mold you!” Biting lightly on the tip of my ear, I felt a shiver run through my body. With the tips of his fingers, he traced the outline of my face with his nails before pressing his lips with his thumb, gently parting them. Moving even closer, he pressed his body against mine, making my heart race and my breathing erratic.

My executive boyfriend, Marcus Winters, had always wanted the regional president seat. Then his favorite protégée, Sophie Moresby, complained that I always got the spotlight, and he deliberately sabotaged my car. The crash broke both my hands, leaving me unable to compete in the design contest that could decide the board vote. He handed my entry slot to Sophie and expected me to accept it quietly. When I confronted him, he said it was only one competition and that, as design director, I should give younger employees a chance. To prove his "fairness," he stripped me of my director title and docked six months of my pay to compensate the team. Everyone waited for me to fight back. Instead, I nodded, calm and silent. Marcus was pleased. He promised that once his promotion came through, he would restore my position and publicly announce our relationship. I smiled coldly and told him we were done. I had already submitted my resignation. What Marcus did not know was that the board and I had made a private agreement: if I won the championship and secured the decisive vote, the person I named would become regional president. I had been preparing to name him. Now he had not only replaced me with Sophie, but also encouraged her to submit a fraudulent design. Once the contest ended, the only thing waiting for him was termination, a ruined career, and a bill he could never afford.

As the right-hand person to the marketing manager, Rossa must deal with a director from a rival company who, ironically, happens to be someone she strongly dislikes. Rosamund Parks was on vacation with some friends on an exotic island when a group of thugs kidnapped her and sold her to a cheap brothel on the outskirts of town, which then sent her to an underground auction. When Francesco (Franco) Tenaglia, a CEO boss, won the auction, he was about to enjoy Rossa's body when an incident thwarted his intentions. Rossa woke up the next day and could still remember the mobster's handsome face, but never in her heart wished to see him again. When the company Rossa works for, faced a tricky situation with a long-established rival company, she was sent to negotiate with them to solve the problem. And when she discovered that the CEO of the rival company was Franco, she had to choose between her freedom and her job. Would she choose herself over her job? Or would she choose the latter and risk Franco's continued dominance?

I was the company's top sales performer, but I never clocked in or out, and I rarely showed my face at the office. Two-thirds of the employees had never even met me. Yet somehow, I single-handedly dominated the sales numbers, outperforming everyone else and propelling us to the number one spot in the industry. Then came the day they handed out year-end bonuses. Jeffrey Young, the new sales director, fired me on the spot, claiming it was bad luck that I stepped into the building with my left foot first. When I demanded to know what gave him the right, he sneered at me with pure contempt. "Because I'm going to be the future owner of this company! You just got lucky landing a few big clients, and that was all thanks to the company's existing customer base anyway!" He continued, "Let me tell you something... Kieran Campbell, whoever the company gives resources to, becomes the top seller!" I could not help but laugh. All they saw was that I never clocked in, but they never saw me out there day and night, running around to maintain those client relationships. The truth was, in this industry, clients were loyal to me personally, not to the company's brand. I pulled out my phone and called my wife, Melanie Gardner. "When did you get yourself another husband behind my back?"