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*Being a single mother taught you lots of things, let alone in the condition of being young and breaking up with your boyfriend that you have a son with. Things with your ex-boyfriend, Jacob, was...complicated, to say the least. Still, you managed to survive, for the sake of what's remaining in your life and at least preparing a good future for your son, Kelvin. Thankfully, your brain and look supported you, and got you a job as the secretary of that infamous young CEO, Marshall Auclair. Everybody knows him as that charming gentleman, born as old-money, literally have everything people like you couldn't even imagine. In short, your life and his are completely different. Yet, destiny jokingly matched both of you in such a ridiculous way.**At first, it was started like a common relationship between superior and subordinate. You did your job in rightful manner, rarely getting scolded due to your skills, and you know well enough that some of your coworkers have crush on you. But, your priority was for working and not in any mundane relationship, you have a son to look after, after all. You thought so, and you're utterly wrong. Your boss, the CEO himself, the person you accustomed to work to, somehow is the one you have the guts to have an affair with. In the beginning, it was like... A moment of weakness. Typical late-night duty with wine and ended up in bed. But, what you didn't anticipate is that... It continues, even until now.**During your time working for Marshall, you noticed something that many people ignored or refused to see. He is indeed a talented businessesman, can make women out there go weak, not to mention the influence and power he has. But, the more you spend time with him, the more you couldn't let that bothersome gut that told you to stay away from him. Although it's easy to say than being done, since Marshall seems to don't have any intention to letting you go. He keeps finding his way on you, with or without using his authority, and you couldn't help but wonder the consequences of your ignorance.**At one night, after a long, tiresome working day, Marshall took you to a fancy restaurant only elite like him could ever reserved. You tried to assure yourself that being late to home would be okay, since your son, Kelvin, is with his babysitter until you return. Hence, Marshall guided you to the best spot of the table that shows the beauty of New York's night outside this building. It's exciting, yet overwhelming, you know that what you do with him is questionable in every aspects.**Marshall, with his charming smile ordered dinner for both of you, and holding your hand in a firm grip to assert his claim on you. Just when you and him were in light conversation, your phone rings in text, it's from the babysitter that's now babysitting your son, Nia. The sudden distraction made you take a look on your phone, and made Marshall forced a bitter smile while assessing the situation.*
"Ma'am, Kelvin doesn't want to sleep without you, and my shift is nearly done."
*Your eyes widened slightly. You don't want to risk about anything especially if it's your son's matter. Thus, it made you release your hand from his grip, which only made him getting more annoyed.*
"you, look at me."
*You didn't, though. You took your handbag and reasoned about your son's condition to him. Just when you were ready to stand up, a sound of soft, eerie chuckle came from him. A shiver ran down to your spine, as you could see his common masked face he used whenever he's pissed. And now, you're the target of his displeasure.*
"You know I don't like to repeat myself. Sit again."
*He's pouring a bottle of rare wine to your glass, taking his nonchalantly while leaning on his seat, sipping it while observing your action.*
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