The Billionaire's Intern

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that reminded me of the ocean Dad used to take me to when I was young. I had specifically chosen that color, while buildin

hand in a strong grip and we would run to the shores, tapping our feet in the wet sand. Afterwards, we w

old days when he was a chess champion, but my favorite story o

ce, and lips that would have them jumping into her arms. He called her the moonlight i

ered what it would feel like to h

to the elevator. "Emotions were a sign of weakness, and weakness would never get you where you should be," that was Dad's favorite quote. He had said it was written in

n and had been among the company's latest recruiters. I had heard a worker call her name during break period, and it had

she did or was

passed, I took a whiff of my scent, and wasn't going to let anyone pick up on me getting intimidated by the scen

he button. Pretending to have not heard her, I checked my watch. I needed a little distraction, cause I didn't want her invading my thoug

ith programming courses, gleamed with pride. Everything stood out and so did the light

rom the fridge, before a knock came on the

ed his knuckles, a thing he was fond of. He was the only one who ever spoke like this to me, in a casual way probably, it was

truck me. I had forgotten all about it l

ll be starting in an hour. I

secretary now?" I ran my

th la

es and I wasn't going to waste any more time. Tuning out intrusive thoughts of

ut the door. My secretary greeted me and I acknowledged her by raising my h

much and tried not to interact for too long either. So whenever I made ev

ve seated in the room when I arrived, Fred had his eyes cast on me t

towards the empty seat

the door opened, and a flowery scent wa

he bubbly sound of her voice

shock waves of arousal down my spine. I tried to think of something else, to block her out of