Help me... Love me

Help me... Love me

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Romance
"Princess, why are you mad at me?" "I'm not mad, sir. By the way, I was revising the document you gave me before you left. It has mistakes. " "I don't care about the fucking document. It's you I care about. " "Me?" "Yes, princess, you." "Why?I'm not that interesting," I pulled her to my lap. How could she say that. I smacked her ass and heard a little moan. I kissed her neck, and I was amazed by how soft she was. I wanted more, a lot more. "You never ever say that about yourself, understood?" He was raised with rude parents. He had to be rude. Joe Smith is the CEO of a multi-billion making company who fell in love with his assistant. Anna Stan is the assistant of Joe Smith, the girl who liked her boss, but she was raised in a house where she's not interesting nor loved. How would their relationship would be?
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Once, I was the quiet boy who stood in her shadow. Hopelessly in love. Pathetic. Obsessed. She knew it- And she used it. She told me I "might" have a chance. Smiled while ripping me apart. Made me her joke, her pawn, her emotional plaything. Then she humiliated me in front of everyone and walked away like I never mattered. But I did matter. And now? I'm back to remind her. I spent three years building everything she thought I'd never have- Power. Money. Respect. A reputation that makes people stand when I enter a room... and drop to their knees when I tell them to. She doesn't recognize me at first. But her body does. It remembers the hands that used to tremble around her... Now they grip harder. Deeper. Unforgiving. She wants control? Not anymore. Now she gets to feel what it's like to be played with. To be the one left shaking. Desperate. Begging. Because I'm not the boy she broke. I'm the man who's going to ruin her- Slowly. Deliciously. And she's never looked prettier than when she's crying my name.

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