Perfect Boyfriend For The Savage Lady

working population of the world hated Mondays, for

the lobby of the building where she worked, the employees already had their heads

ubicles. She was aware that they were a bit afraid of her, not intentionally, but because she was strict with her rules and regulations in the office. Also, she wasn't one to eng

ar older, a former beauty queen of her region. Despite being a single mom, she handled her j

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schedule for the day. After that, she noticed Candy hesitat

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fe of an important client. She didn't come here fo

ow. Yeah right. Amanda Richards, she

Because that woman was not the type to go through the pro

led asking for a little time with you.

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let h

me in. She deliberately ignored her and

ntious manner. She felt like covering her ears.

e said curtly, ra

a red dress, Prada shoes, and a collector's edition Louis Vuitton ba

round her spacious office, examining the p

had her nose in books. It paid off rea

your league. I don't open my legs for a

ly couldn't stand being in the same room w

ll anti-social. I was actually expecting you

en come here? You even used your husb

rsonality hasn't improved, has it? Even your e

scort you out? I won't freakin' care if you're a V

en with her glasses on, her sh

org just wants to remind you that it's strictly prohibited to be absent. I know

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e didn't expect that answer. The inv

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what I

in disbelief. She chuckled. It felt go

partners? Most of them are married to loaded guys. For sure they'll be fl

So what if she didn't have a partner? She didn't need one. She was

seduction. Married an older foreigner almost double her age. J

a laugh. "Well, I understand. You don't have a boyfriend to

he cut her off. She sta

se crossed Amanda's r

trampled upon. What did this woman think of her, that s

offense meant, Vee. Hmm, I guess I und

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ing him to the

y under the desk. This woman w

ip to remain private, so

me you've become desperate because no one's courting

our cheerleading squad, you still won't match him. You understand? Don't compare yourself to me, Amanda. Because no matter how hard you try, you will never be

t of the woman's ears in anger. Her eyebrows shot up, her face turn

ou. I'll make sure to tell everyone that your so-called boyfriend is coming, and make

ike in college, your eyeliners and mascara might run

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