Chapter 31

Nia's POVI flopped onto my bed with a groan, burying my face in the pillow. The pit in my stomach twisted tighter with every second. I wasn’t sure if it was guilt or fear, probably both. Maybe I should’ve just gone in and pretended everything was fine, even though it clearly wasn’t.But pretending was exhausting. And I was tired. So, so tired.I stared at the ceiling, mentally preparing myself for the inevitable fallout. Mr. Andrews was many things intimidating, brilliant, infuriating but he wasn’t someone you could easily avoid. Not for long. Especially not when he had a way of being everywhere all at once. I had no doubt my little sick-day stunt was already causing chaos in his meticulously organized calendar.Good.The thought made me smile just a little. But it quickly faded. I wasn’t trying to sabotage anything, really. I just needed a break from the coldness, the confusion, the mixed signals.The retreat had been the final straw.What kind of fashion assistant was sent to a tech

Last Updated : 2025-06-28

Chapter 32

Nia's POVClaire didn’t press me again, and for that, I was grateful. She just sat across from me, scrolling on her phone like it was any normal morning, like I wasn’t on the verge of a total meltdown. I focused on the pancakes, letting the sticky sweetness distract me from the tightness still coiled in my chest.But my mind kept wandering.To him.I wasn’t even sure what I was more upset about that he was sending mixed signals, or that I kept reading into them.“He’s probably just used to people doing whatever he says,” I muttered without thinking.Claire glanced up. “What?”I shook my head, pushing the food around my plate. “Nothing.”She waited a beat. “You don’t owe him anything, you know.”“I work for him.”“Still doesn’t mean you owe him access to your mental bandwidth. Or your heart.”I looked up sharply. “I never said anything about—”Claire raised her eyebrows.I slumped. “I hate you.”“Love you too,” she said sweetly, sipping her coffee.The rest of breakfast passed in comfor

Last Updated : 2025-07-31

Chapter 33

Nia's POVI didn’t move for a long time.His voice still echoed in my ears, low and even, but laced with something I hadn’t expected.Vulnerability.Mason Andrews did not do vulnerable. He did decisive. He did cold logic and high expectations and perfectly timed glances that always seemed to say you should already know. But that phone call... it felt like something cracked. Just a little.And that scared me even more.I placed the phone on my nightstand and stared at it like it was something dangerous. Because it was. He was.Claire walked past my door and glanced in. “You okay?”I nodded, not trusting myself to speak.She gave me a knowing look but didn’t push. “We’re out of syrup, by the way.”“Tragedy,” I whispered.“Truly.” And she disappeared again.Alone again, I curled my knees up and wrapped my arms around them. I hated that one short call could shake me this much. I hated that his voice made my chest ache and my head spin. And I really hated that some part of me had been hopi

Last Updated : 2025-08-01

Chapter 34

Nia's POVI didn’t touch the folder.Not right away.It sat between us like a live wire, humming with all the things we weren’t saying. My eyes kept darting back to it, then to him, then away again, like I was afraid if I stared too long, it might detonate.Mason shoved his hands in his coat pockets, a rare tell. He hated not knowing what came next. He thrived on schedules, timelines, flawless strategies. But here he was, standing in my living room, looking like he’d forgotten the script.“What do you want me to do with it?” I finally asked.“Open it.”My fingers twitched against my thigh. “And if I don’t?”“Then I leave.” He said it simply, but his jaw was tight, like he was forcing the words out. “And we go back to how things were. Professional. Clean. Distant.”The word distant lodged in my chest like a splinter.“And if I do?” I whispered.“Then you decide where this goes.”I hated that my heart leapt at this. Like I knew exactly what he meant but needed him to spell it out anyway

Last Updated : 2025-09-04

Chapter 35

Lia's POVThe silence stretched until it felt unbearable. I could hear my pulse in my ears, could feel the tremor in my hands as I held onto that single sheet of paper like it was the only thing anchoring me.Run or stay. Walls or windows. Safety or risk.I looked at him again really looked and I knew. Mason wasn’t dangling power in front of me. He wasn’t even dangling love, though it pulsed between us, raw and undeniable. He was offering me something I had never let myself want before: a chance to choose for myself.The folder lay open between us, the contract gleaming, the note burning.My chair scraped against the hardwood as I stood. His eyes followed me, wary but steady, bracing for the worst. I walked past him, toward the kitchen, toward the leaky faucet, toward the decision that waited like a shadow in my chest.Then I stopped.I turned, the note still in my hand. “You should know something,” I said, voice steadier now, stronger than I felt. “If I do this if I choose you don’t

Last Updated : 2025-09-28

All Chapters of My Nightmare Boss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 35

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35