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If Millijay is the badass secretary, then Farris is the living devil CEO! So she decided to seduce Farris Gabriel Carter, the CEO, to make him kneel and follow her biddings but instead him being seduce by her it was the other way around! She fell without knowing the truth behind Farris Gabriel past. Something came up that makes Millicent upset and make her madness turn it into raging fire that no one can tame. So she plans out of revenge. The badass secretary came back again with her sexiest revenge. Is there a chance that Farris Gabriel Carter can tame the raging fire of his secretary? Let's see how both badass fell in love with each other and turned their fire into a sweet and bad romance.

Don't look at me, blame mills and boon. I picked up one book with a superb and sexy looking cover titled; Bound by honour by Cora Reiley. She's one of my favourite writers and I only have a few. She write so well and her smuts are over the moon. I head back to the sitting room and returned to my former position before flipping the book open. Just as I was about flipping to the next page, a loud noise erupted my peace. I sat up quickly and listened for a few seconds, forcing my panick at the back of my mind.

Marcellus "Suck," I said. "Like a good girl." She opened her mouth obediently. Her lips were soft and warm and she took me in slowly, inch by inch, her tongue flat against the underside of my cock like she had been practicing. Her eyes stayed on mine the whole time. That was the thing about Bonnie...she never looked away. Even when she was on her knees with her mouth full, even when she was kneeling in a mess she hadn't asked for, she looked at me like she was the one in control.

And then I said, "Because the truth is important. And someone needs to put an end to this charade that this is all about flower arrangements and seating charts." He nodded once. "I'll be in touch." --- I returned to the venue to discover a note at my desk. Not an email message. Not a text message. A handwritten note sandwiched under a proof of a menu. Tonight. Balcony outside the library. 9PM. Come alone. –A I gazed at it, heart constricting. Aarav. Of course it was him. Of course I was going. Because even with danger, I required answers—and because if there was even a sliver of truth in what I'd sensed in his presence, I couldn't pretend it hadn't happened.

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

May POV It’s strange how quickly silence can become a kind of noise. In the days after everything collapsed, the quiet in my hotel room felt like punishment. No Saint running through the hallways. No morning toast crumbs. Just me, the buzz of my phone vibrating across the table, and headlines that painted me into something I wasn’t. The tape had done its job. The world had decided. May Hemlings: homewrecker, liar, opportunist. The woman who “tricked” a billionaire into bed and stayed close to his son to get a second chance.

I’m leaving here a short guide for those who want to dive deeper into some of the romances that weren’t fully developed in this book but left you with a taste for more: - Cassie and Josh’s romance: Read the book Wanted By Josh Carter: His Father, My Lover - Laura and Jason’s romance: Read the book I Want You Back - Josh and Bethany’s past: Read the book Traded For His First Love - Ava and Terence’s story: Read the book I Want You Back New Book Alert: In November, I plan to release a new book, Milla’s story, our beloved mini-protagonist. It will be an addictive read that follows her life and her romances. Spoiler: Milla will marry Stephen Davies, the son of Laura and Jason.

After Pauline arrived at Emily’s house, she went to Emily’s room. Emily immediately locked the door to ensure no one would barge in while she was talking with her friend. Then they sat on a pink couch. “You know, it’s bad if you let him go. He is one of the youngest billionaires in our country,” Pauline said. “His name is on the list of ten of the most eligible bachelors too.” “I know!” Emily sighed. “But what if I must spend my whole life in misery?”

"No wonder the manager is so serious. With a client like that, we won’t have to worry about this year’s performance!" "Did you see Mr. Anderson? He’s so handsome! And isn’t that woman with him his rumored fiancée?" "Seems like it. She’s stunning. How do these people look even better in person than in photos?" "Money, of course." "Sigh, we’ll never understand the world of the rich." Jane vaguely heard the whispers outside. If only they knew he was a demon, would they still be so excited?