understood the meaning of the saying: If life gives you lemons, make lemonade. Edward Miller was a first-hand scoundrel, at 28 years old he had no responsibilities or serious commitments to anyone, causing serious problems with his father. And to prove that he had changed, he needed to find a girlfriend as soon as possible and no one would be better for that role than his clumsy and proper assistant. An arrangement that would benefit both of them and from which No one would lose. But what they didn't expect was that in the middle of this lie, a night of sex and drunkenness would bring a small gift that would change everything. Warnings: The book contains bad language, violence and use of alcoholic beverages. AUTHOR'S NOTES If you like a good romantic comedy, you've come to the right place. And, if you've read this book before, it's because it's being republished for improve the quality of the review and layout. Edward and Emma will make you laugh a lot, especially if you are a fan of the Twilight saga. So, dive into this adventure with me and come be happy. EPIGRAPH "When the tchan happens, there is no hiding it, because if it's the tchan, it's for real" You are my Tchan - Hotel Transylvania DEDICATION For me, an incurable fan of a good romantic comedy and sweet romances. And for you, who wants to find your Tchan. PROLOGUE I always I knew that the launch of my book would be the happiest day of my life. After all, those who humbled themselves so much will be exalted one day, right? Even if I had to write a million books, at least one of them would have to be recognized, one of them would have to reach thousands of people who would identify with my story. But in my dreams, my debut was calmer and I didn't I was crawling on all fours under the tables after a baby. In my plans, I wouldn't have a baby before I was successful either. But there's something they don't tell you about adult life: life outside of dreams and the plans we make in our youth are not a fairy tale. You're going to get screwed over and nothing will go as planned. - Jhony! Where are you, my love? - I whispered, passing under the legs of strangers. This wouldn't be happening if I had a babysitter. And the person who was responsible for taking care of the baby is easily distracted by a skirt tail. But you must be wondering why I am looking for an almost three-year-old baby under a table? The answer is that I I know who the child is that I carried in my belly for nine months. He's probably picking up food crumbs on the floor or following some animal around. And since I saw a cat crawling under the table, I think he can find my little brat too. I was trying not to make a scene and ruin the event, because I was sure I would find my son safe and sound, just playing around. I couldn't freak out now and scare other people. I came out from under the tablecloths, seeing the daylight and letting out a frustrated sigh at the plan. failed. I decided to stand up so that no one would notice that the author they were privileging was in such a state of decline. But the shiny shoes stopped in front of me, catching my attention. I swallowed hard, gathering the courage to raise my head and behold , I found what I was looking for and, incidentally, the reason I had been running away lately. Edward Miller was standing in front of me with the impeccable posture I remembered, holding a glass of champagne, like the good alcohol connoisseur he was. But it wasn't just his appearance and presence that made me shiver, but also the realization that my baby was quietly in his other arm. Jhony was eating a cupcake, getting all messy, without realizing that he was in the territory of the baby. enemy and that the man holding him was his spitting image. And that anyone who looked at them would know the truth.
know the truth. There was no running or lying now, because I had screwed up big time. When my eyes met his my old boss, I froze and thought I would die from the lump that had lodged in my throat. Edward was tense, I could see his jaw clenched and from the judgmental and cruel way he looked at me, I was now certain that he would kill me . - Mom - Jhony stretched out his little arms, noticing my presence. - Emma - my name came out of Edward's mouth with a certain pleasure. - Did you lose something? - His voice sounded, full of sarcasm and hate.
My mother once told me never to play with a man's ego, or I would see the face of a monster. Well, I think I'm seeing one now and I'm in deep trouble. CHAPTER 1 3 Years Earlier I hate my boss, I hate him. my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss, i hate my boss... The sheet was crumpled by the force with I was squeezing the pen and was surprised when it ripped, forming a hole in the middle. I didn't usually get this violent, only when I was stressed, like now. The elevator doors opened and the reason for my hatred appeared with a crooked tie and first buttons of the open shirt. Edward. And no, he wasn't Edward Cullen, it would all be easier if he were. I would be more than happy to share my workplace with a handsome, wise vampire, not a bossy jerk who only cares about looking down on his employees and having a good time. I'm not going to wonder why he doesn't comb his hair. , because he already knew and it wasn't important either, because Edward did his own thing and no one complained. He still looked "splendid" anyway. As usual, Edward woke up hungover from a night out and realized he was late, so He only had time to throw out the poor woman who had the misfortune of spending the night with him and pretending to be a decent businessman, coming to work at ten o'clock in the morning. Everything was going on normally in his rich little world. I closed the diary where I had scribbled all my I hate him because it was the only way I could stay sane in this damn company and not say what I think out loud. This job still pays my bills and it's the only chance I have of getting my book published. someday. I got up with the contracts that the damned man needed to sign and followed him to his office, being successfully ignored. The ordinary man didn't even have the good will to say good morning to me. It must be sad to be a bitter person. - Sir Miller, you need to-" "Bring me my coffee, Elisa," he ordered grumpily. I turned around, walking over to the coffee machine, praying to God to give me the strength to survive another day. The bastard was deliberately spelling my name wrong. or had some kind of amnesia, which drove me crazy because every name that started with "E" came out of his mouth except mine. "You need to sign this right now, for God's sake! The client can't wait any longer." - he said as I hurried into his office with the coffee. He was already sitting behind his clean and organized desk, thanks to me, because if it weren't for me, this place would be a pigsty. And of course we have a competent cleaning team, but I don't like mess, nor burdening others. Yes, I'm the kind of person who cleans the house the day before the cleaning lady comes. I may be a little OCD about cleaning, but I'm a balanced person. - Later, Emily. I have a terrible headache - Edward he complained. Why would that be? - And Emma - I corrected. - And you've been putting this off for a week now - I left the papers and the cup of coffee on his desk, along with some headache medicine. If Edward is in pain in my head, I will soon have it too, because he becomes unbearable and thinks I am some kind of maid or slave, but I believe he does not know that slavery has been abolished. - When did we change "sir" to "you"? - He asked, looking fixedly to my mouth. I looked at him confused and probably without hiding my expression of displeasure. I was at my limit today. - What? - Sir, it sounds more beautiful in your mouth. Son of a bitch, vulgar! No one with a vagina escaped his cheap pick-up lines, not even the female employees. I'm the only assistant to last more than two years at this company. The gossip that goes around the halls is betting on when I'll open my legs for Edward, because no one is immune to him. I took pleasure in making each of them pay with their tongues for each day I survived this hell, and I would never, ever let this man touch me. And if something like that ever happens, I could be taken to the mental hospital, because I will certainly not be in my right mind anymore. "Mr. Miller, please sign the papers." I sighed, feeling too tired. But he probably wouldn't mind, because Edward only cares about provoking every living thing on the planet, with me being the unlucky number one on your list. - What is the book about? - He asked, looking at the papers on his desk with disinterest. I was afraid that the company would go bankrupt. We were already losing a lot of customers and receiving complaints about the lack of sales. Edward didn't seem to care about that. A bottle of whiskey in his hand and a woman sitting on his lap was enough to make him happy. "I'm not going to publish it." "Of course you will, the author has already signed his part of the contract." I forced a smile, speaking through clenched teeth. . - When did I agree to publish this crap? I took a deep breath, telling myself that this damn hangover would pass and he would be less hateful. - Last week, on a Saturday night, when we stayed up late working to make up for the week you were gone. travel to Dubai - I tried to remind him. Actually, I was working, and he was drinking and badmouthing his father, because Edward was a gossipy, unloved drunk. He drank to fill the void in his chest because he was rich and too spoiled. And the
Chapter 1 make him happy
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Chapter 2 sinister
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Chapter 3 he ignored
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Chapter 4 concentrate on my drink
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Chapter 5 I'm embarrassed
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Chapter 6 frustrated sex life
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Chapter 7 take off the piece of clothing
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Chapter 8 Why are you hitting me
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Chapter 9 boring woman
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Chapter 10 anyone following him
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Chapter 11 believe this relationship
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Chapter 12 she was alone
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Chapter 13 someone complimented
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Chapter 14 his sister's shoulder
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Chapter 15 just started
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Chapter 16 rubbed his chin
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