β Scribed by Ava Ryan
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
They call him The Beast for good reason. Now this billionaire boss wants his beautiful--and off-limits--assistant...
Griffin: They call me The Beast. Some people think Iβm a bully. Iβm not here to make friends. I ruthlessly clawed my way to the top of the real estate market in NYC. No friends needed.
Sheβs my feisty executive assistant. My right handβ¦ woman. We have an unspoken arrangement: she pretends Iβm smarter than she is while I pretend not to notice how sexy she is.
That was before she gave me her notice while wearing that dress.
I can do a lot. Run my family empire. Ignore the loneliness the top brings. Punch anyone who looks twice at her. But letting her go without a fight? Over my dead bodyβ¦
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