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18 || It Started With A Contract (III)
The department was louder than before as male and female staff discussed her husband. Leila was mortified as Susie broke down into a commentary about Kelvin’s looks.
Bile rose to her throat and she forced herself to take a sip of water from her flask. One of the rules of their firm was this: No inter-staff relationship. It was forbidden and highly frowned upon, so most of what they were saying would only happen in their dreams.
Still, their thoughts nauseated her. She wasn’t breaking the rules by being married to the boss but she felt like a criminal as she listened to them ogle him and try to picture him without a shirt. He was her husband and she hadn’t even seen him shirtless yet.
Susie was the loudest of the gossipers. Her comment about Kelvin’s lips bothered Leila and she scowled at their backs when they laughed at Susie’s remark. Her cheeks warmed when she remembered their near kiss from this morning.
Kelvin was perfect as he was.
Lily d
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