[18+] Imogen is shocked when the sexy stranger she spent the summer sleeping with turns out to be her new boss. ***** [WILL BE REMOVED FROM WATTPAD ON AUGUST 3RD, 2023] When two strangers each booked a holiday in Greece, neither of them expected to spend more time sweating beneath the sheets than beneath the sun. After dropping out of uni, Imogen needed to blow off some steam and forget all about her poor choices, disappointing one-night stands, and wasted education. Jason was a welcome distraction--one that turned into something more serious than a few fun nights in his luxury hotel suite. Having got through another year managing his company, Jason embarked on his annual trip abroad where he hoped to compensate for his lack of sex at home. Imogen became more than a casual hook-up, though, and it wasn't just her body that kept him interested. Both wanted to escape. Both became captivated in a fiery romance. And when summer ends and their paths cross again, this time as boss and employee, they find out that both had been lying. [Steamy spin-off of Office Affairs] FORMERLY WITHIN WATTPAD'S PAID STORIES PROGRAM - SAMPLE ONLY

WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION Griffin Tomlin is dead. And Clara's sister killed him . . . Four months after the murder, the entire town of Shiloh is still in shock. For Clara Porterfield, the normal world has crumbled around her in a million chaotic pieces. Now Clara lives in a new reality, where her sister awaits trial for murder, her mother obsessively digs in a dead, frozen garden, and her father lives and breathes denial. At school, Clara is haunted by her classmates' morbid curiosity-and all of the unspoken questions they won't ask. But none of them knows what she knows . . . Now Clara's sister wants something from her-the one thing in all of this that Clara isn't ready to face: the truth about what really happened that night. Because this story didn't die with Griffin Tomlin. There's another story that needs to be told. And sometimes, the lies we're told are nowhere near as deadly as the lies we tell ourselves . . .