Page 8 of Hated By the Boss

Stay calm, T.G.

I heard the balcony doors slide open next, and my toes curled hard inside of my shoes.

Let's try playing it cool, even if only for a—-

A feminine gasp interrupted my thoughts, and I froze in shock.

"Oh gosh."

That voice...was definitely not my boss's.

"This is so gorg, Dimmy. Why do you keep spoiling me?"

My head jerked up, just in time to see a redhead throw her arms around Dimmy's neck, and as she raised herself on her toes and started showering kisses all over my boss's handsome face—-

Our gazes clashed, and what I saw in his eyes...

Ah.

It was then that I realized.

He knew.

From the very start, probably.

He knew.

Dmitry Adrianov knew I was attracted to him.

And this was his answer to it.

Chapter Three

FIVE YEARS AGO, DMITRY Adrianov had been the typical European playboy: he worked hard and played harder, and he would not have minded living the rest of his life in such a way.

A personal tragedy, however, changed all of this for him and his younger brother, and it was then he decided to establish Strakh Inc., a secret organization that was to operate under one non-negotiable credo: audacia pro muro et scuto opus.

Boldness is our wall, action is our shield.

Furious and bitter at the way even the world's most powerful governments proved unreliable - and at times even hostile - in his family's quest for justice, Dmitry had since made a vow to go where others didn't dare go.

He risked everything without hesitation, putting his own life on the line and doing everything that his money could afford him to destroy those who had amassed their personal fortunes by preying on the weak and the oppressed.

Sasha, upon learning of his older brother's plans, had been on board to join him from the start, and after that, Dmitry had only needed a couple of months to complete Strakh Inc.'s inner circle.

While the other guys hadn't any problems with Dmitry taking on the mantle of leadership, the lot of them had also made a pact to never let their personal affairs affect the activities of Strakh Inc.

And so when the organization had a need to add another analyst to its payroll, and one of the prospective recruits turned out to be T.G. Baskerville...

Dmitry had allowed nature to take its course while privately hoping the girl would fail the comprehensive battery of tests meant to weed out the unsuitable and untrustworthy. But when test results came out, the girl's scores had been better than everyone else's across the board, and at that point, Dmitry's only recourse had been to hope that she wouldn't end up working directly under him...

But instead, once again, Fate decided to fuck things up.

Not only did the girl end up choosing his number, she had also turned out to be someone Dmitry found infinitely fuckable and damn near impossible to resist...despite all the reasons he had to despise her.

TAHEY was staring at him again. He had heard her on a video call with her friend once, and the other girl had called his secretary 'Tahey'. The name had stuck since then, not that she was ever meant to know.

As he worked on the next set of contracts Stelios had sent him, Dmitry could still feel his secretary's gaze darting on him every so often, and the knowledge was making it harder for him to concentrate. It was also making his pants uncomfortably tight, and if this fucking continued...

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