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The Incubus And His Secretary

The Incubus And His Secretary

Auteur: Anna Kendra

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Introduction

When Anaya Johnson joined Reefwood Inc. as the CEO's personal secretary, little did she know that she would be facing the biggest man whore in all history, Lancelot Eustis. She hates him and his whorish ways with all her heart, but the six feet five, sex on legs, brute of a man attracts attention wherever he goes, no gender bars. And she soon starts to fight an internal battle to either join his conquests and enjoy a few nights of unbound passion and desire or keep her feelings hidden and endure the torture of watching him take yet another beautiful woman to his bed. Lancelot Eustis has it all. Wealth, power, the looks of a Greek God and beautiful woman falling at his feet by the dozen. But what he doesn't understand is why his stubborn and full of life secretary hasn't fallen for his charm yet. But what started out as a game for him to get under her skin and maybe into her pants, turns out to be far more powerful than he could have imagined. For he hides a secret that can cost her life.
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Chapter 1

  Lancelot's P.O.V:

  "Y-you're not s-staying...?" She asked, voice breathless, eyes already closing.

  I pulled up my pants, buckled up and fixed the few wrinkles in my shirt that were caused when the woman had tried to discard it. Too bad, I wasn’t into getting naked when it came to a quick fix.

  "No." I answered curtly, running a hand through my black hair to neat it out as much as possible. I hate it when women mess it up. They think it pleases me. I hate it. As much as I hate staying the night with them. I never do.

  When I was done adjusting myself, I bent down over her naked body and pulled the sheets over to cover her. Then I leaned in to whisper in her ear.

  "Forget about who you slept with. You had a one-night stand with a stranger. You liked it but it wouldn't turn permanent so you sent him away. That's all you'll remember."

  One thing I could never do was make a woman forget she ever slept with anyone. Some of us prefer to erase every trace of them from the donor, so it’ll get easy to avoid detection, but I loathe the idea. It’s humiliating for a woman to wake up naked in a hotel room, with no memory whatsoever of why they ended up there, or wore, wondering if they were raped.

  The girl I was with was average looking. Light brown hair, brown eyes and a slightly chubby built. She'd been easy prey. Insecure enough to have fallen for my charm the instant I laid eyes on her. Now, I strode out of the room without a second glance.

  My car was waiting for me right outside the hotel. Martin, my chauffeur, held the door open for me. He knew exactly how long I needed to finish. He was one of the few who knew about our existence. But then again, every supernatural being in every dimension needed a human

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who they could trust to survive. No one survives in this world without allies, no matter how powerful.

  "Where to Sir?" He asked, fixing his cap over his sandy blonde hair, starting the engine and putting the gear on reverse.

  "HQ." I answered, looking out the window at a sleepless New York City. Even at 2.30 in the morning, the city was alive and breathing, people crowding the streets.

  "What is it?" I asked Martin.

  "Sir?" He appeared startled.

  "You keep glancing back nervously. What's wrong?" I asked again, never taking my eyes off the energetic, enthusiastic people on the streets. My hunger increased at the sight of them. I wanted to devour their energy. Snuff out the candle of their lives, brighten mine.

  "Your brother is waiting." He said just as we pulled into the parking lot of Reefwood HQ.

  My golden eyes snapped to Martin's light blue ones in the review mirror. Held. "What!"

  "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you before, I had orders." His nervousness increased. I knew something was wrong the instant he had opened the door for me.

  "The only orders you take, are from me. No one else." I got out and slammed the door shut before he could react and headed inside my office.

  Truth was, Martin is one of my most trusted men and he's used to every one of my moods. He'll get over it.

  "Brother."

  I winced and came to a stop a few feet from the elevator. "Antony."

  "Little brother." Antony came to stand in front of me, all blonde hair and blue eyed. It was clear to everyone that we bore no resemblance to each other, since we were conceived from different fathers. I even towered a foot over him. "You're not with anyone?"

  "I've had my meal." I sidestepped him and pressed the elevator button. Waited for the doors to open with teeth gritting patience.

  "Wha-meal?" Antony asked, astounded. "Dear God! Have some respect, Lance! They are living, breathing people. Women!"

  "A meal is a meal. Doesn't matter if you have to eat it or sleep with it." Finally! I stepped into the open elevator, Antony hot on my heels.

  "We're Incubi, not Demons." He said, exasperated.

  "Didn't know there was a difference." My head was starting to throb. "Why are you here, brother? Certainly not to discriminate between Incubi and Demons?"

  "No." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "It's about your new Secretary."