Page 19 of My Shameless Angel

Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating. Not my life, just a month. But still, how am I supposed to survive it when my boss is evil incarnate, and he basically just told me that he will ruin my life this month.

Great.

Phenomenal.

I’m surprised I haven’t broken my heels yet with how angry my strides are.

And he really thought I’d hop into his car—maybe curl up in his lap and purr at his feet—driving to work with him as if that is okay? As if we are friends or, God forbid, something more?

Yeah, no, thank you.

When I opened my front door and saw Landon standing there like a dark angel, he was in his perfectly tailored, custom blackArmani suit, slicked dark hair, and a powerful, arrogant aura surrounding him; I nearly fell over.

The very hung-over state in which I found myself also didn’t help the matter, and I’m mentally patting myself on my back for not bucking right in front of him. Truth be told, I wanted it. Some stupid part of me wanted and craved to be dominated by him.

I mean, it is just cruel for a man like him to look like that. To be that hot.

Why??? Just why?

I guess the only good thing is that I have Enzo there to help me survive this month. And excuse me, but what exactly does “a month of straight-up hell” mean? What is that asshole planning to have me do?

But if he thinks I will cower away or cry silently in the corner because whatever assignments he might drop on me will break me, then no. That won’t happen.

I’ll take it all, and I will do it in the best way possible too. I’m an overachiever. Perfectionist. And I have too damn much to prove. So, bring it on, ass/bosshole.

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Twenty minutes later, I am walking through the entry doors of the World Trade Center. A place I did not think I would ever see again when I drank and cursed out Fashion Linc at the bar last night.

Wince. Crap, I should text Kate and let her know what’s going on, or else she won’t forgive me. I bring my phone out as I step into the elevator and type away while riding up closer and closer to my custom-made hell.

Me:So, I guess I still have to work for that asshole.

Kate:What do you mean?

Me:Landon showed up on our doorstep this morning and told me I can’t quit within a month of the start date. Can you believe it?

Kate:What the fuck?

Hearing my best friend cuss still trips me out. She was always such a goody two shoes until Jules came into her life. That one is another demon, but at least he’s not my demon to deal with.

I got my own hands full.

Me:Yep, it smells fishy to me, so I’ll make sure to look over the contract ASAP.

Kate:Yes, do that, and let me know what you find.

If you need help burying the body, just hit Julius up. He has been bored lately. (Evil face emoji)

Me:Noted. Thanks, and wish me luck.

Kate:Good luck, girlfriend. Go squish that asshole.

I can’t help but smile. Such a vicious little ballerina, my friend.

The elevator dings as the doors open, and I’m standing at the reception desk on the upper floor where the executive offices are located. My official workday starts at eight AM, and I pat myself once again for coming to work fifteen minutes early, considering my state of mind and body mere forty minutes ago.

I stride to the gleaming glass desk in front of Landon’s office and drop my stuff off as I go on a hunt to find Enzo.

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