All Chapters of HORNY BOSS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

WRITER'S POV Vera was growing tired of Jack constantly avoiding the topic of her returning to work. It wasn’t funny anymore. She had agreed to stay back before because she was pregnant, and they had made a deal. But now the pregnancy was no longer holding her back, and Jack was still insisting she had to wait. Wait for what? It felt like he was drifting away, slowly becoming someone unfamiliar to her. The man she had grown used to, his warmth, his care, his presence, was slipping further out of reach, and she hated it. He didn’t even seem bothered by how withdrawn and miserable she had become. He barely noticed how the silence in the house was beginning to eat her alive. He seemed to have more interest in other things than in how she was coping. She thought she understood his distance, it made sense with all they’d just been through, but it was getting worse. He was too withdrawn for her to handle. Every day felt lonelier than the last. For another week, Jack continued to act like

VERA’S POV I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at Jackson in disbelief as he explained everything. His voice was low but clear, filled with regret and guilt. He told me why he had kept his distance, why he avoided deep conversations, and why he insisted I stayed back instead of joining him on this rough journey. It was never about shutting me out. It was about protecting me, again. When he finished, I let out a deep sigh, soaking in his words. “So… did the hard drive Monica gave you really have all the evidence against Ken?” Jackson nodded firmly, the muscle in his jaw tightening. “Yes. It’s more than enough to put him behind bars. And if the judge does their job well, Ken will spend the rest of his miserable life locked away. Exactly where he belongs.” I shook my head slowly, a mix of sadness and admiration rising in my chest. “She’s a hero. Honestly. I’ll make sure my grandchildren know her name and everything she did for us.” He raised a brow, lips curling into a grin. “Gran

JACKSON'S POV When I stepped out of the car and made my way into the hospital's corridor, Nathan walked up to me looking anxious. He asked about Vera first, his eyes darting between my face and the entrance, like he was bracing for more bad news. He looked really shaken by what had happened to the investigator, and I couldn’t blame him. He blocked my path, determined to get answers before allowing me to go any farther. "Why didn’t she come with you? You said she’s fine," he asked again. "I locked her up in the safest place in the world," I replied dryly, continuing toward the waiting area. Nathan raised an eyebrow and gave a half-smile. "You’re good for her. She's stubborn as hell, and I was honestly shocked you showed up here before she did." "Feels good knowing someone else has finally accepted defeat." He rolled his eyes. "Don’t be too proud. Come on, I’ll take you to him. The doctor said he needs blood. We haven’t told his family, especially not his wife." "Good thinking. T

JACKSON’S POV Before I got to Vera’s house after Nathan called, the police had already arrived. I met them in the parking lot just as Nathan and a dark-skinned girl were being placed in an ambulance. I wanted to jump back into my car and follow them to the hospital, but I needed to speak with the officers and check the footage their cameras captured. Harry, a big guy with messy hair who looks more like a street thug than a cop, was assigned to show me what the security camera recorded. Harry’s story is a wild one, he grew up in one of the roughest parts of town. The Sheriff took a chance on him, cleaned him up, and gave him a job. And to be fair, Harry’s been pulling his weight. He fits in perfectly as bait for real troublemakers because he understands them from the inside. He quickly opened the police laptop in the car and tapped play. Then he handed it to me. I focused on the screen, not wanting to miss anything. The video started with the dark-skinned girl walking up to Vera’s

WRITER'S POV "You're crying like you're the one who got shot. Shouldn't I be the one teasing you, Vera Santos?" Vera froze. That voice, it couldn't be. Jack was supposed to be sleeping, just like the doctor said. But there was no denying it. The voice she heard was his. She looked down at him and saw his eyes open. They were a little tired and hazy, but they still sparkled like sunshine at dawn. He was awake! "You didn’t really think I’d die while you're still alive, did you?" Jack said in a low, raspy voice. Then he added, even softer, "I still have a lot to finish. And I want to keep doing that... forever." Vera stared at him, not quite sure what he meant. Her brows furrowed as she blinked, trying to catch up to his words. Then it clicked, and she gasped. "You scared me, Jack!" she said, standing to kiss his forehead. "I’m sorry, love. But if you kiss me on the lips, I promise I’ll feel even better," he said with a playful grin. She leaned down to grant his wish, but a soft k