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Chapter 89
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2026-08-17 01:46:26
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Before He Was My Boss. Chapter 93
The next day happened fast. It was finally the day of the auction. The evening, rather. Donovan had been gone all day. Ever since I’d come clean with my feelings last night, he’d been avoiding me. He hadn’t said a single word to me all morning, hadn’t even looked in my direction when I brought his coffee. Just a curt nod and then he was gone, disappearing into meetings I wasn’t invited to.I hated that I’d made him feel heavy enough that he had to run away from me.But I didn’t regret it.It was 7 PM on the dot when the doorbell rang. I opened it to find Donovan standing there with another woman — the designer who’d made my dress.I was already clean, already ready. I could have done everything else myself. But he’d brought her to dress me up anyway.So much for someone who claims to have no feelings for me.We got dressed in near silence, the designer fussing over the final details of a deep black gown that cinched at my waist and flared elegantly toward the floor. And in no time, we
Before He Was My Boss. Chapter 92
Aurélie POV.“Come here.” The words were low and rough as Donovan scooped me into his arms. I barely had time to register the shift before he was carrying me out of the library, my bare skin pressed against his chest, the mess he’d left on my stomach smearing between us. “Where are you taking me?” My voice came out small, shaky, still rough from the way he’d used my body on that table. He didn’t answer. I held onto his shoulder tighter, feeling the solid heat of his skin, the steady flex of muscle under my palms as he walked. Every step made the leftover wetness between my thighs shift, a constant reminder of how thoroughly he’d already fucked me. My pulse wouldn’t settle. It kept thudding hard against my ribs, against the places where his hands gripped me. We reached his room. He set me down gently in front of his bed. My feet touched the floor and I stared down, breath catching hard in my throat. He was hard again. Thick, flushed, precum beading at the tip, the same cock
Before He Was My Boss. Chapter 91
I sealed my mouth over her other nipple and sucked hard, drawing the stiff peak between my lips while my tongue flicked the sensitive tip. Her back arched foward, a broken moan tearing from her throat as her fingers tightened in my hair. I switched to the other breast, lavishing the same attention, biting down just enough to make her moan before soothing it with wet strokes of my tongue. Her skin tasted clean and faintly of whatever lotion she used. I kept at it until both nipples were flushed and shiny with my spit, her chest heaving under me.Then I tugged at the thin lace of her panties. She lifted her hips without being asked, giving me the access I needed. I slid the scrap of fabric down her thighs, past her knees, and finally off her ankles, letting it drop onto the table beside her. She was bare now, completely open to me, the soft pink of her pussy already glistening.She lifted both legs onto the table as she parted them wider. Her palms flat against the wood behind her, for
Before He Was My Boss. Chapter 90
She wasn’t in her room.I knocked on three times, and waited before pushing through the door open when she didn’t answer. The bed was untouched, the lamp still on, her phone charging on the nightstand. My pulse ticked up a notch. The balcony on the top floor was next . The one she liked, the one that looked out over the pool. It was empty too. Just the wind and the dark and my own reflection in the glass, tense and unconvincing.Where the hell are you. “Aurélie.” I called.Then it hit me. The library.I was moving before I finished the thought.I found her standing on her toes, reaching for a book on the top shelf, and the sight of her stopped me dead in the doorway.She was wearing my shirt. Oversized, hanging loose off one shoulder, and the stretch of her reaching upward had pulled the hem high enough to show the soft curve of her ass, bare thighs catching the low library light.I felt it everywhere at once.She turned, sensing me there, and smiled like she hadn’t just wrecked my
Before He Was My Boss. Chapter 89
I walked out of my office to check for Aurélie. It became a habit. Every four hours, sometimes less. I’d tell myself it was because she was my secretary and I needed her to get things done. It was a lie. I just needed to see her behind that desk. Safe. Breathing. Looking annoyed at me, preferably. Her desk was empty. The chair was pushed in. Her bag was gone. Her laptop was blind. And the air in her space was stale.My chest tightened so fast I had to grip the doorframe. A panic attack. It was stupid and unexpected. I don’t do panic attacks. But the only answer as to why she wasn’t behind her desk was the one I didn’t want to agree to.She’d sneaked off to see Addison. “Where is she?” I asked Mark, my head of security. My voice came out sharper than I intended. “Sir, cameras show she left 12 minutes ago. She got into a private car in the front lot.....” The floor dropped out from under me. “Who’s car?” “We’re running plates now, Sir.” “Before we could stop her,”
Before He Was My Boss. Chapter 88
I still wasn’t allowed out of his house without supervision. Not even to the gate. Not even to breathe air that wasn’t filtered through his security team. He’d leave sometimes. For hours. To “prep for the auction,” he said. That was the word he used, like it was a business trip. Like I wasn’t part of the inventory he was protecting. I didn’t understand why someone who didn’t care would keep me caged like that. It should have made me angry. And it did. But underneath the anger, there was something else. Something softer and worse. It felt oddly comforting to know someone was watching the doors because of me. To know that when I slept, I wouldn’t wake up to a gun in a bathroom. But it still wasn’t enough. It was never going to be. So I toured the villa. Endlessly. Inside and out. Every room, every corner, every floor. It was magnificent. Dark and void. Marble that swallowed sound. Glass walls that looked out onto a garden I wasn’t allowed to walk in alone. The kind of ho
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