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Mila (Carmella)
I ran away. I did it. I ran away. Left everything I knew since the time I was born so I could just live my life without the future that promised hell on earth. Now all I have to do was hide so no-one from back home finds me.But did I say that I left the hell behind? Because no, the new job I got comes with a Boss that’s the devil incarnate and he sure knew how to make my life hell. The problem with him was he doesn’t make me want to runaway and I don’t want to kill him as much as I want to look into those grey eyes and find all his secrets. To tell him how much of an arsehole he is and then… maybe… kiss him a little, forgetting the fact that he was as dangerous and as wild as wild panther. And I couldn’t help but be attracted to his untouchable beauty, knowing I’d be the one hurt and killed.Jonathan Byrne
Nothing in life comes easy and I learned that the hard way. But when after twenty one secretaries marched out of the door in just a month, the new one managed to stay more than two weeks I knew that something was not right. And for someone like me, a man leading a double life, if something is too good and then it’s the worst thing waiting to happen.Proving me right I received an email directly from the source. The little nerdy girl wasn’t as nerdy, boring and submissive as she pretended to be. There’s a wide world of fantasies she’s hiding inside that head of hers which includes, in her words, ‘her sexy-arsehole-overbearing-know-it-all-Boss’. And that’s me.But this isn’t it. I have only uncovered half of what she’s hiding. There’s more lot to my little secretive secretary. And our worlds might not be as different as she thought. Because she came running right through the door she wanted to exit.And just like that, in one hand a wad of cash and fake passports, and in the other my wedding dress I was sitting, all squished up in the food trolley being carted out of my dressing room. Hidden from prying eyes to escape my own wedding and the house in which I have lived in since I was born.
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