Billionaire's assistant

Billionaire's assistant

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"why are you doing?" "Ehhh....I was looking for you."I said and he raised his eyebrows and stared at me skeptically. "In the pantry." "I was hoping you were in the oven though."I said and he growled. Suddenly,the chips I had stolen and hidden in my bra fell down. "Well would you look at that,how did that get there." Life was always easy going for Gwendolyn until she said she wanted away from it for a while. Wanting to live a normal life,as she calls it,she made a quick trip to California with a fake passport,resume and her clothes. Now here comes the time where she gets a job as an assistant to a very handsome man,who she thinks woupd look better with a smile instead of a hard face. Read as you explore the lives of a billionaire and an 'average' black woman,with her wired ways of getting contracts and knowing almost everyone. Smooth as it is,problems begin to set in beginning with her boss, Jeffery Jennings personal whore
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Stephanie Walker - straight-A student, sweet, pretty, and every parent's dream. Her life is perfectly planned out... until her senior year trip throws her into the chaotic orbit of the school's golden boy. Now her final year in high school isn't looking so simple. "Don't let me catch you, cupcake," his voice boomed from downstairs, and I took off running. I ducked behind a pole, heart racing, trying to calm my nerves. Way to go, Stephanie, my subconscious snarked. His footsteps echoed closer. "Where are you, cupcake?" he called out playfully. Like I'd actually tell you, I thought, holding my breath. Silence. Then, warm fingers snaked around my waist, and I didn't need to turn to know it was him. "Found you," he whispered in my ear, and a shiver zipped down my spine. "How?" I breathed, turning to face him. His smirk told me he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Get it together, fool, I mentally scolded myself. "Want the sugarcoated version or the truth?" he teased. I raised a brow at him. "I could smell you from a mile away," he whispered, tucking a lock of hair behind my ear. Butterflies. So many freaking butterflies. "That was the sugarcoated version," he added with a grin. I blinked, narrowing my eyes. "The pole didn't hide you well. Your cardigan was sticking out," he shrugged. And then came the smirk. "Now, time for my revenge." I barely had time to process before something soft and powdery rained down on me. I wiped my face. Flour. He did not just dump flour on me even if I started it. Mature, much? I thought bitterly. Poker face on. "Real mature," I said, brushing past him with fake annoyance. Time to activate drama mode. "Come on, babe, you can't be mad..." he called after me. This book is everything. You NEED to read this.

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