Semua Bab Irresistible Boss: Succumbing to Your Touch: Bab 831 - Bab 840

Richard's POVI woke up to my blaring alarm clock ringing on the nightstand beside the bed where Anabel had slept. I still used an alarm clock - an old habit that smartphone technology hadn't managed to break. I stretched my arm over her and turned off that noisy little thing."Cell phones have alarm functions!" she commented without moving beside me."Hmm, I have some old habits." I kissed her face, and she rubbed her body against mine and turned over."It's a cute little gadget." She looked at me with half-closed eyes and a dazzling smile."Did you do what women do in those romantic comedy movies?" She looked at me as if she hadn't understood my question. "Did you wake up early and get up, comb your hair, wash your face, brush your teeth, put on makeup, and then get back in bed?""No," she answered, laughing."Then I was right - the more disheveled you are, the more beautiful you look!" I examined every perfect feature of her face, her delicate upturned nose, her thick dark lashes fa

Richard's POVThe day flew by. I had sent Anabel a message saying I wouldn't be able to meet her that night, and from the office I went straight to the Social Club.We were sitting in the Club's casino lounge, having already played a few rounds and teased each other enough to laugh like teenagers. My friends' favorite topic was my recent involvement with Anabel, and they decided to bet on how long it would take me to realize I was in love. The bets ranged from by the end of the weekend to by the end of the month, Fred was bold and said it would be by the end of the night, which made everyone laugh."My God!" Thales suddenly exclaimed, and I turned to where he was looking.Anabel had just entered the lounge. She was wearing a super short, tight-fitting gold halter dress, her hair was half up, and she wore red lipstick that made her lips look voluptuous. She looked absolutely stunning. But she was accompanied by a tall man who had his arm around her waist and was making her smile. The ma

Anabel's POVIt was a nightmare every time she saw me. And now, everything she said in front of Rick left me devastated. But he defended me, even without knowing who that woman was. He put me in the car and we left the Social Club. I was nervous, crying and shaking, and I couldn't stop. It was always like this!Rick took me to his house, and when we arrived, he sat me down on the couch. I couldn't stop crying. A despair grew inside me with each passing minute, getting bigger and bigger. He stepped away, and when he came back, he was carrying a cup of tea."Drink this, love," he handed me the saucer and cup with care and sat on the coffee table in front of me. "Calm down, it's over now, and I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."He ran his hands along my legs, a gentle back-and-forth motion that warmed me, and the touch of his hands on my skin was calming me down."I-it's h-her, R-Rick!" I sobbed to him."Your friend's mother, the one whose husband cheated with a girl and everyone thi

Donald's POVI felt guilty about everything my sister had to endure. At first, I kept quiet and let my father do what he wanted. I thought he was just being a father, trying to keep her in line. But as he became more aggressive, I realized he wasn't acting like a father - he was a cruel tyrant!When our mother killed herself, it was a shock. She was a woman consumed by bitterness. Their marriage had always been a complete disaster. He'd always had many mistresses, and my mother put up with all of it. But she gradually gave in, and the depression that overtook her was terrible. I was away at college at the time and didn't really know what had happened. My father only said she was a weak, cowardly woman who killed herself for attention. I wondered what kind of attention she'd get being dead.When I came back from college, Anabel was out of control. Completely rebellious, which made me believe what my father said - that she needed boundaries. Since she was a minor when our mother died, ou

Richard's POVI picked up my phone and called my father. While it rang, I thought about how to approach the subject while giving as little information as possible. And there were still four pairs of eyes on me that seemed quite anxious."Richard! Calling me this early, it can't be good news." My father laughed, though in fact I usually called my parents at night, when they would also be home and we could talk peacefully."Can't I miss my dad?" I joked and he laughed more."If you missed your old man that much, you'd come visit him." It was a fair complaint. Since I'd gone after Tess, I hadn't been back to visit my parents. "Your mother misses you.""And I really miss you both, Dad! I'll find a way to come see you, but you could come spend a few days with me.""Yes, that's a possibility. But tell me, what happened?""Dad, I need information about someone.""Someone?" My father sounded suspicious. He was a smart man who thought very quickly. "Name?""Lionel Lancaster." I closed my eyes a