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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"Here's a paracetamol. And I'll need to check your temperature." I forced the words from my vocal chords and handed him both. Mr. Lawson took the glass of water and drank, still in front of me. Unconsciously, my eyes darted to his Adam's apple, bobbing up and down as he swallowed. A drop of water traveled from his lips down to his chin. As if mesmerized, I followed the wet trail, looking away when it reached past his washboard abs. My mouth going through drought. At this point, I'll catch his fever. I stepped back, feeling hot. "Take a nap first. I'll cook some soup. Your temperature?" I asked. Mr. Lawson glanced at the beeping thermometer, then turned it off, "40°C." "40?!" I asked incredulous. "I'm that hot." He turned his back to me and went to bed, going under his thick duvet of grey and black. *** Managing a family business, floundering in secret debts, and studying for a degree had been the main course of Sinclair's life since that fateful tragedy. Surviving was what she's aimed for ever since. But will she survive the increasingly irresistible pull of her new boss, Mr. Lawson? *** Mature Content. Please do point out errors. It'll make editing much easier. (If I find the will to edit, that is. *wink*) || intense gratitude from this point forward ||

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