My Boss Will Stop At Nothing To Have Me

Nathaniel’s POVI wasn’t a man easily swayed by temptation. Discipline had been ingrained in me since childhood, work hard, stay focused, and never let emotions cloud your judgment. That was how I built my success, how I earned my father’s approval, and how I maintained control over every aspect of my life. So why was it that, for the first time in years, I felt that control slipping? Her name was Lillian Carter. She worked in the finance department, buried in numbers and reports, efficient and professional. I had barely noticed her before, not because she wasn’t noticeable, but because I never allowed myself to notice. But today was different. Today, I walked into the office, expecting just another ordinary morning of back-to-back meetings, mind-numbing negotiations, and my usual routine of drowning in work. Instead, my eyes found her. She wasn’t even doing anything spectacular, just standing near the break room, laughing at something a colleague had said, her eyes brigh

Nathaniel’s POVLillian froze. I could see the war playing out in her mind, the way her fingers curled at her sides, the way her throat bobbed as she swallowed. She was fighting it. Fighting me. And I loved it.She didn’t answer. Didn’t deny it either that she had been avoiding me. Didn’t confirm if she regretted that night. But she didn’t need to. Her silence told me everything. I leaned back in my chair, resting my elbows on the armrests, studying her with amusement.“You know,” I said smoothly, tapping my fingers together, “I think it’s adorable how you keep trying to act like nothing happened between us.” She blinked rapidly. “Nothing did happen.” I smirked. “Lillian.” She flinched at the way I said her name, low, slow, like I was savoring it. “Now that’s just insulting,” I continued. “We both know that night happened. I remember it. Every. Single. Detail.” Her lips parted, but no words came out. I stood up, slowly, deliberately, rounding the desk and closing the

Nathaniel’s POVI tossed my keys on the console, loosened my tie, and walked into the silence that greeted me as I entered my home . The loft was neat, the kind of clean that felt too neat rather than lived in. I had all the space in the world, but none of it felt full.I poured a drink for myself, bourbon, neat, and settled on the edge of the couch. I didn’t bother turning on the TV or music. It would have been noise for Pete's sake.Instead, I closed my eyes.And there she was. Again.Lillian.Her voice, her laugh, the way she looked at me like I wasn’t a CEO with everything handed to me, but just a man. A complicated, imperfect man she didn’t trust.And that night... God.I remembered how she had fit against me, like she belonged there. The softness of her body, her scent, something sweet and wild. The sounds she made when I finally gave her what she wanted, how she whispered “do it” in my ears like it meant something more.My grip on the glass tightened.I wasn’t supposed to t

Lillian’s POVThe air smelled different this morning as I walked into the corridors of Caldwell Enterprises. Perhaps it was the promotion?I walked in with my head high, well, as high as I could manage, given the tsunami of emotions thrashing around my heart and mind.Frankly, my whole body. I was officially Nathaniel Caldwell’s Executive Assistant. A title I didn’t ask for, but one I had to own now. And I would. Just not without a little... mental prep.Which I did, a lot, in front of my mirror before I left the house.Habit led me straight toward the finance department. I was already halfway through the glass doors when I heard someone call behind me.“Uh, Lillian?”I turned to see my former supervisor blinking at me from his desk.“You’re not stationed here anymore, remember?” He smiled gently, as though correcting a newbie. “Your new office is... just beside the CEO’s.”“Oh. Right,” I said quickly, cheeks burning. “Force of habit.”With a sheepish smile, I turned around and wa

Nathaniel's POV.I didn’t look back.Even though every part of me wanted to.I walked out of the club like I hadn’t just been told, again, that I was a mistake she regretted. Like her words hadn’t landed like knives beneath my skin.“Last time I followed you, I ended up in your bed.”Yeah. I remember.She was hard to forget.I remember her breathless gasps in the dark, the way she clung to me like I was the only thing that meant something to her in the world. I remember the trembling in her voice, and the soft moans that still haunted my nights. That night wasn't just sex, it was a shift. A dangerous shift.And here I was, dangerously shifted.The moment I stepped out into the night, I exhaled hard, rubbing a hand down my face as the club door clicked shut behind me. I leaned against the side of my car, letting the silence soak in.This really is it.God, what the hell was wrong with me?She said no. Again. And like a masochist, I kept showing up. Wanting more. Chasing something