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Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband! Chapter 294 Damned Polite to a Fault
I met her eyes with a bright, vacant smile. ‘Of course. That sounds lovely.’‘Splendid! Oh, and I brought you a little something.’ She gestured towards the living room.‘How thoughtful, you really shouldn’t have.’ I set Custard down, his little needle-claws catching on my tights, and followed her.Back on the sofa, she produced a small robin’s-egg blue box from her bag. Inside was a pair of exquisite, delicate drop earrings.Diamonds and platinum, no doubt.They were tasteful, expensive, and utterly not my style.‘I adore them,’ I said. ‘Thank you.’‘Here, let me help you put them on,’ she offered, shifting closer.Her perfume invaded my airspace.I let her do it, half on the lookout for if she tried to strangle me with the chain.‘Dinner’s served!’ Mrs Ainsley announced from the dining room doorway. She looked slightly ill at ease. ‘Sorry, sir, I didn’t know you’d be entertaining tonight. Shall I set an extra place setting?’I looked up. Lochlan was standing in the hallway doorway, ho
Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband! Chapter 293 Achilles’ Heel
Perched on the edge of a cream linen sofa like she’d been styled for a magazine shoot, a vision of understated wealth and cool composure, was Jaclyn Lemon.A flash-freeze went through me. It was as if all the warmth from the car, from his kiss, had been instantly sucked out into the vacuum of space.Jaclyn’s eyes were locked, with laser intensity, on our joined hands. I saw the effort it took for her to keep her smile in place.She rose gracefully. ‘Lochlan, hello. And Hyacinth, so nice to see you. It’s been a while.’Her voice was smooth, pleasant. Reformed.‘Hello.’ I tried to pull my hand free.Lochlan’s grip only tightened, his fingers lacing more firmly through mine. ‘How did you get up here?’‘Your housekeeper was kind enough to let me wait in here.’At that moment, said housekeeper bustled in from the kitchen with a tea tray. ‘Oh, Mr Hastings, sir. Ms Lemon said she had an urgent delivery for you. I hope it’s all right I let her in.’Jaclyn pulled a thick, cream envelope from he
Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband! Chapter 292 The Boss’s Future Wife
‘Her father sits on the Humphrey board,’ Spencer continued, watching my face like a fat hawk. ‘She has considerable… influence. Maintaining a positive working relationship with her will be crucial for Velos. I trust that won’t be a problem?’The gauntlet was thrown. I could refuse, look scared, and confirm every ‘not-up-to-it’ assumption he had. Or…‘Well, when you put it like that, how can I refuse? It does sound important.’ I took a step closer to his desk. ‘Of course, acting as primary liaison for a venture of this potential scale will require dedicated resources.’He opened his mouth, but I didn’t give him the chance to speak. ‘I’ll need an expanded discretionary budget for client relations. And I’ll be pulling two analysts from your pool to support the data side full-time. I assume you can fast-track those approvals, since you’re so keen for me to start?’His smile faltered for a nanosecond. ‘Well, I… the budget is rather tight this quarter, and the analysts…’‘Spencer,’ I said, l
Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband! Chapter 291 Passive-Aggressive Shit
A flicker of surprise crossed his face. ‘I… did not know that.’‘Well, now you do. So you’ll understand why I’m not rushing to make announcements.’Besides, I wasn’t sure this thing between us would last long enough to warrant an announcement, I added silently.‘Did you call me in here just to gossip?’ I deflected.‘No.’ He picked up a thick folder from his desk. ‘Could you take this down to Spencer Fields in Operations?’I stepped forward. My fingers had just closed on the cardboard edge when he gave it a gentle tug.I stumbled half a step, brought within inches of him. We were standing so close I could see the tiny mole under the outer corner of his left eye and the faint shadow of stubble along his jaw.For some reason, unshaven Lochlan always jolted my libido more than Lochlan the clean-cut version. Kissing his stubbled chin was one of my secret fetishes I’d never tell him.I looked away with difficulty. ‘It’s the middle of the workday. We’ve talked about this. There’re rules.’He
Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband! Chapter 290 Billionaire Bastard
As I got into my car, I thought about calling Grandma Alison.She loved a good gossip and had a memory like a steel trap. She’d know the real story.But would she tell me? Or was this one of those family secrets everyone agreed to bury?As I turned out of my parents’ street, a glint of silver caught my eye.A sleek, anonymous-looking sedan was parked a few houses down. It looked familiar in that vague, expensive way. The windows were tinted to oblivion, giving nothing away.Probably nothing. I pushed it out of my mind.Given the complete train wreck my morning had been, and the fact I was already catastrophically late, I figured another half hour wouldn’t tip the scales from ‘fired’ to ‘merely crucified’.I drove straight to a 24-hour jet wash, shoved a small fortune in coins into the machine, and gave my poor Fiat the most thorough, vigorous, almost punitive scrubbing of its life.No one needed to know what those seats had witnessed just a few hours before dawn.I slunk into the Velos
Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband! Chapter 289 Chaos, Half-Truths
The words didn’t so much land as detonate.A stunned, reverberating silence lasted for half a second. Then chaos erupted.‘Cary!’ I snarled. ‘Shut your mouth right now!’‘It’s true, isn’t it?’ he shot back. ‘Why hide it? It’s written all over both of you.’Andre’s head swivelled from Cary to me, his eyes sharpening into a surgeon’s focused intensity. ‘Hyacinth. Is that true?’My mother gasped, a hand flying to her chest. ‘Hyacinth? What is he saying?’My father, still leaning on his bad ankle, looked utterly bewildered. ‘With Mr… Hastings?’I saw Lochlan stand up from the sofa. He opened his mouth.‘Don’t you dare!’ I barked at him, throwing a hand up in his direction like a traffic cop.‘Well, I never!’ Rhonda Higgins boomed. ‘What a thing to say! But I thought you and my Andre could give it a proper try, didn’t I? Who is this boss man, Hyacinth? Is it true? Is it serious? Is there no chance for my poor, brilliant boy? He’s been pining for years, he has—‘‘Mum. Please.’ Andre’s voice
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