"You seem to have forgotten who I am," he whispered, caging me in with his arms once again. His stubbled face scratched my cheek as he inched closer with every word. "So I'm here to remind you what happens when you mess with the devil." "Fuck you," I breathed, ignoring my throbbing core. "Strip." ~ 24- year old Anastazi Faye was appointed CEO of Faye Industries due to her father's tragic death last year. Little did she know that the company was having financial issues that caused Faye Industries to be bought out by her rival company, Creed Industries. 26- year old playboy billionaire Nathaniel Creed, the proud CEO of Creed Industries is an evil, narcissistic asshole who thinks the world revolves around him. When his company has to buy out Faye Industries, he is left with the companies mess to clean up along with their baggage. Anastazi has now gone from CEO of her own company to working for the most egotistical narcissistic billionaire as his secretary. Eventually, when the two grow closer as barriers are broken down, Anastazi begins to see the real him. But when his dark secret is unleashed, will she be able to move past the billionaire's secret, or will the damage be too much to repair? *18+ *Includes mature content, slightly graphic scenes and cursing* Word Count: 160,000+

18+ / Very Mature "Please, this is like cliche-central. With a kinky twist." ††† I step under the hot stream of water, soaking my hair, and take a deep breathe. I try and clear my mind, focusing on the way the water feels hitting my body. I turn around, opening my eyes, only to shout out a curse and stumble back. Emma is directly in front of me, taking off her tank top, eyes glued to my body. I hadn't shut the curtains, thinking no one would be in here, and I didn't know if I was happy or mad I did that. I stood there speechless as her small hands grasped the bottom of her sports bra. I inhaled sharply when she pulled it up and over her head, exposing her breasts. They jiggled slightly as she tossed her clothes to the side, and I found my heart rate quickening at an alarming rate. "W-what are you doing?" I breathe out as she pulls her leggings down her body, leaving her in just a thong. "Showering." Emma tells me as if it's obvious.