All Chapters of Irresistible Boss: Succumbing to Your Touch: Chapter 401 - Chapter 410

Samantha’s POVAfter the scare, I couldn't stop laughing, watching Henry lying on the stretcher next to me, all grumpy."Can you try to control yourself, Samantha?" Henry asked, annoyed."I can't..." I was laughing like I was at the circus."Samantha, Molina already explained that I fainted because I got too emotional," Henry huffed."My darling, you fainted during our baby's first ultrasound, what's going to happen in the delivery room?" I asked, unable to stop laughing."This won't happen again, Samantha." Henry was wearing a stern face.The curtain door opened and Melissa came in looking serious, carrying a tray with snacks for me and my sensitive husband."Oh, Henry, how embarrassing!" Melissa couldn't contain herself and started laughing, making me laugh even harder. "Alvaro didn't let everyone in, but when you get out, be ready because the guys are going to tease you mercilessly.""Damn it, Melissa! You better control them. It's your fault." Henry complained."How is it my fault?

Samantha’s POVWhen I got pregnant, I never thought nine months would pass so quickly. I was already in my fortieth week of pregnancy, my delivery was scheduled to happen in fifteen days, and my baby's room wasn't even ready yet. It was Sunday morning, and I made Henry help me.I was sitting in the nursing chair reading the crib assembly instructions to him, with Cinnamon lying at my feet."My goddess, why do you always make me assemble furniture when we could hire someone who knows how to do this?" Henry complained for the hundredth time."Because this is your son's crib, and you don't want him falling out because a screw wasn't properly tightened," I said, rubbing my enormous belly."And you think someone who does this for a living is more likely to leave a loose screw than me, who's never assembled a crib in my life?" He looked at me as if I'd grown two extra heads."Yes! It's your son's crib, and you don't want him to fall, so you'll be more careful than anyone else in the world."

Flavian’s POVWhen Detective Bonfim suggested I transfer to the specialized unit in Paradise Port to work alongside him, I never imagined he'd actually manage to get my transfer approved. It was a highly sought-after precinct, with many detectives wanting to work there, and I might not have been the most qualified.But Bonfim got my transfer approved in the snap of a finger, or rather, with just one phone call. I was thrilled because, without even trying, he had solved several of my problems. I would get promoted, move to a bigger city, work at a specialized precinct where I'd have plenty of operational work just the way I liked it, and get some distance from my parents' interference. This job opportunity fell right into my lap.I would only return to Bellwood to handle some paperwork before moving to Paradise Port for good. I was already at the airport waiting for my flight to be cleared for takeoff when I decided to call Patrick to find out who that woman was that I saw at Miller's c

Manuela’s POVI was pretty excited about Catherine's wedding. It had been a long time since I'd gone to a party, and I loved parties. Catherine had asked me to be one of her bridesmaids and said I would be paired with a friend of Patrick's. I didn't know who he was and was curious, constantly pestering Samantha with questions about this friend."Oh, Manu, he was at the office this week. There's no way you missed Detective Flavian, he's huge," Samantha laughed while helping me zip up my dress."Sam, that office was chaos, people coming and going, and that phone wouldn't stop ringing. I didn't see this man. Tell me, what's he like?" I asked once again, trying to get information out of her."Done! Now zip mine up." Sam turned so I could zip up her dress. "I already told you I'm not saying anything. You'll see him with your own eyes soon enough. But I find it amazing that you didn't notice him.""I didn't. Oh, I hope he's at least cute. He doesn't need to be as gorgeous as the guys or that

Flavian’s POVManu's apartment perfectly reflected her personality - everything was delicate and feminine, yet practical, well-organized, cozy, and comfortable. Oddly enough, I seemed out of place, like a mismatched piece."Make yourself at home. Would you like something to drink?" Manu appeared more relaxed here, in her own space."No, little one. Come here." I held her hand and pulled her to sit beside me.I didn't want to seem rude, so I tried to organize my thoughts and calm my voice. Manu sat down gracefully next to me, her legs folded on the sofa, facing me."What do you want to talk about, Flavian?" she asked anxiously."About expectations," I said, finding a place to start. "Manu, I'm a thirty-five-year-old man with plenty of life experience, who knows what he wants. From what I understand, you're eighteen and clearly not as experienced.""I'm turning nineteen next month," she huffed, and I found it amusing, as if there was much difference between being eighteen or nineteen. I