If I was a fallen angel, I’d met my match in my devil. And together, we’d created a life we could be proud of.
Agus mhair muid go sona sásta riamh ina dhiaidh sin.
And we lived happily ever after.
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And in the end, we were all just humans... drunk on the idea that love, and only love, could heal our brokenness. ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Read on for an excerpt from F*ck Me Like You Hate Me: A Billionaire CEO/Assistant Enemies to Lovers Age Gap Erotic Romance
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When Kit Sullivan, CEO and asshole extraordinaire, offers me the coveted position of executive assistant, my mind conjures up ideas of undermining him every chance I get. Always the perfect gentleman in front of others, my new bosshole is a dick in private. Late nights working together in his office are full of tension, and for more than one reason. I may hate him, but he’s so hot. It’s not long before I wish he would f*ck me like he hates me.
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Jolie
As Kit’s hand tightens around my throat, I almost can’t recall how I got here in the first place. He’s always been a callous dickhead, and I hate his guts. If not for my mother and her brilliant ideas, Kit Sullivan wouldn't be my boss, and he wouldn't be trying to cut off my air supply right now.
My vision twinkles in and out, the overhead lights of his office glinting behind his head. I suppose I asked for this, really. He’s threatened me for days now, and instead of caving to his demands, I’ve defied him every chance I got. One thing I wouldn't do was go down without a fight . . .
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My mother, Susan, had worked for Sullivan Industries for a few decades, since before I was born. She and my father had split when I was a baby, and she’d tried hard to be self-reliant. I’d learned from her to never let a man dictate my life, which sometimes led me to be blunter than I should. That left me with few friends, so I spent most of my time either alone or with my mom.
As soon as the position of executive assistant for her employer opened up, she recommended me for the job. Mom talked on and on about what an amazing employer Kit Sullivan was, how well he treated the employees, and what great benefits he gave everyone. How could I say no to that?
“But, Mom, my only experience is working at the mall.”
“Listen, Jolie,” she began.
We were in the kitchen making dinner since I still lived at home. The one and only job I'd ever had didn't pay much, but I’d made the mistake of dithering around after high school. I couldn't decide what I wanted to do with my life, so I stayed with Mom and helped out with the bills from my meager paycheck.
“He said he doesn't want someone with experience," she continued. "I guess he’d rather train you to his standards.”
“Well, that sounds pretty perfect for me.”
“I know, that’s why I suggested you for the position.” Stopping her dinner preparations, Mom moved to the table I was setting and pushed my dark hair off my face. “You could earn enough to get your own place; start your life for real.”
“I know you don’t love me being here, Mom, but jeez. Push me out the door, why don’t you?” I was joking, of course. My mom had been incredibly supportive of me and my indecision.
“I jumped right into marriage after high school, and look where that got me. The only good thing that came from my marriage was you, sweetie.”
