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Season Finale: His Little Black Book #7

I sincerely apologize for the long break. You see ehn, many, many things have kept me away from writing. But I’m glad to have this final episode here today. I made it really long to compensate. So pick your tea, coffee, wine, juice, weed, whatever your poison, and enjoy the read. Secondly, I’d like to state that this series wasn’t inspired by 50 Shades of Grey. I started writing this story before any buzz of 50 Shades came out. My sister gave me the three e-books and I never read any of them. I don’t know why. I didn’t even follow the buzz online. But I finally watched the movie and got a good laugh when I discovered the main character’s name was Anna. Pure coincidence! Anyways, enough talk. Read!   I should have walked away the moment I entered that suite and looked into his hankering eyes. He was…

His Little Black Book #6

So I thought about resigning. A lot. For a greater part of the night with my head on my tear-soaked pillow, it seemed like the only option. However, I am not known to be a coward or a quitter. I grew up with boys and through them, daily, I learned what it meant to face my screw-ups. Kissing my boss was probably the biggest screw-up in my life, right after losing my virginity to an idiot. I didn’t walk away from that idiot when I felt regret. I braced four more days with him until my brothers beat him to a pulp. Similarly, I made up my mind not to quit my job. I was going to face my boss and give him the explanation he wanted. It was up to him to fire me or not. And my feelings… well, they were to remain buried because God knew I…

His Little Black Book #4

I was obsessed over my boss. If this wasn’t clear before, I am putting it out there now. In a short while, I had crossed the line from crushing on him to full obsession. I worshipped the air he breathed. I woke up every morning thinking about him. I made a customized t-shirt with his name on it. I had post-it notes where I wrote my name and added his just to see how it would look when we eventually got married. Each time I went to pick his laundry, I kept his clothes a while with me just to have his perfume fill my room. Every love song reminded me of him. Everything he did was good; even if he committed murder today, I’d probably blame the person he murdered. He was the god of my universe and I, his humble minion and lover. But you see, obsession is…

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