Becky Armstrong is a sharp-tongued CEO who doesn't believe in distractions-especially not from overly capable assistants with annoyingly calm eyes. Freen Sarocha was hired to manage Becky's schedule, organize her emails, and keep her life running like clockwork. She forgot to mention she's also trained in martial arts. When a sudden kidnapping attempt throws Becky's world off balance, Freen steps in-not just as a secretary, but as a full-on protector. Now assigned as Becky's 24/7 personal bodyguard, the two are forced into close quarters, chaotic travel, and high-society events. But the deeper Becky digs into Freen's past, the harder it becomes to deny the truth: Her secretary isn't just dangerous. She's also dangerously hard to resist.

Dream or reality - which would you choose? This is Book 2 If you haven't read Book 1 yet, you can find it on my profile under Her Boss, Her Secret Wife. -------------------------------------------------- Girls Love Story. No GIP❌ Note: It's all fiction.

Becky's the boss. Freen's the employee. HR left the chat. -------------------------------------------------- Girls Love Story. No GIP❌ Note: It's all fiction.

This isn't a story about falling in love, It's about burning desire.. its about.... Craving like air. Lust like dripping honey. Whispers that echo. Hands that worship. Pleasure like ache. A Body not just to capture in to a lense.. But a soul to be expose bare. Rebecca Armstrong A girl who lived by rules - soft flower waiting to bloom. Too pure to be pulled into velvet ropes, bare rooms, burning eyes. a girl who was never meant to be anyone's muse. Until she met the one who filmed sin like art. Becky was Too gentle for the world Freen sarocha lived in. And yet... she followed. Freen doesn't make films for pleasure. She captures the ache beneath skin. Craving. Power. Helplessness. The beauty of surrender - not forced, but willingly offered. Freen's camera doesn't just undress bodies,It exposes souls. And in that darkness, something bloomed. Something dangerous. Something holy. Love

⚠️ Warning: This is an 18+ FreenBecky fanfiction that contains mature themes, explicit content, and strong language. If you're underage or uncomfortable with such content, please skip this story. This is a work of fiction, purely born from my imagination. It does not reflect the real lives of Freen Sarocha or Becky Armstrong in any way. Read at your own risk... or pleasure. Enjoy, and don't forget to leave your thoughts in the comments! Rak Naaa ❤️

Rebecca Patricia Armstrong is a snob and has no time for a serious relationship. What she really wanted was to find the right fling and learn the sensual arts with him. Her friends are all against it. They said she should think things thoroughly. But she was determined to be a woman... in a man's arms. The man turned out to be a woman and an affluent architect Freen Sarocha Chankimha. She wanted to back out already when she felt hot with her kisses. But she was an expert at seduction. And it is already too late when Rebecca found out that Freen wanted more than a one night stand. ×× Converted, original story by ©etherealpinks

Rebecca Armstrong was just hired as a live-in nanny, but she's growing dangerously close to her new boss Freen Sarocha Chankimha. Can she handle the consequences of a forbidden romance... Disclaimer 🚨📢 The story strictly belongs to the App "Choices:Stories You Play" © Pixelberry! This is a converted story and It has been revised slightly to avoid copyright. Please keep in mind, I do NOT own or claim the story. This will be a #FreenBecky AU🤍 Please be advised this is a Mature Story🔞 Its a WLW- Woman Love Woman story.. Anyone who is not comfortable can skip or avoid reading...

Contains mature scenes. Read only if you are 18+. Please back off if you feel uncomfortable. Readers discretion advised 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 -------------------------------------------------- Girls Love Story. No GIP❌ Note: It's all fiction.

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Freen's job had certain rules, show up early, stay invisible, and never get in Becky Armstrong's way. But one unexpected meeting, one unspoken glance, and suddenly the lines between personal and professional start to blur dangerously.