All Chapters of A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

Madison"So," I said, setting down my fork, "without any police involvement, you managed to track down the bartender who drugged you? That's impressive."Alexander's expression darkened slightly. "Leo has certain skills that make finding people relatively simple. Especially people who don't know they need to hide." He took another sip of his wine. "But we aren't sure if this woman is actually behind everything or if it's all an elaborate script to divert attention."I frowned. "You think the bartender is lying?""I think someone clever enough to orchestrate this would also know how to create a convincing fall guy." His eyes locked onto mine, intense and calculating. "The bartender's story was almost too perfect: a mysterious woman, a single initial, cash payment, and no traceable connection.""So you're back at square one," I said."Not entirely. We know someone targeted me specifically. We know they had resources and planning. What we don't know is who and why." Alexander leaned back

Madison"Careful with that smart mouth," he warned, though I could hear the amusement in his voice. "Now, lie down on the couch." I straightened up and turned to face him. His tie was loosened, and the top button of his shirt undone. His eyes were dark with desire as they roamed over me. "Lie down," he repeated, his voice commanding in a way that weakened my knees. I sat on the couch and reclined, my heart pounding against my ribs. The leather was cool against my back, starkly contrasting the heat building inside me. "Spread your legs," he instructed, taking a seat in an armchair opposite the couch. "And touch yourself." I stared at him, my cheeks burning. "What?" "You heard me." He leaned back, getting comfortable. "I want to watch you touch that pussy that belongs to me." My face flushed hot with embarrassment. "Mr. Knight, I—" "Are you refusing?" One eyebrow arched in a challenge. "Because I can think of far more demanding punishments for disobeying me twice in one day." I

MadisonAlexander's hand lazily stroked my back, tracing patterns on my sweaty skin. "Not bad for punishment," I murmured against his chest, a small smile on my lips. "Who said the punishment is over?" I lifted my head to look at him, raising an eyebrow. "You mean there's more?" "There's always more, Ms. Harper." His hand came down on my ass with a light smack that made me jump. "That was just the warm-up. Something about you makes me want to fuck you until neither of us can walk straight." I laughed, sitting up on his chest. My hair was a mess, falling around my face in tangled waves. "Is that a challenge or a promise?" Alexander's eyes darkened as they roamed over my body. "Both." He sat up suddenly, keeping me in his lap as he kissed me hard. His tongue invaded my mouth, claiming me all over again. When he pulled back, we were both breathless. "I need to get rid of this," he said, gesturing to the condom. I climbed off him, wincing slightly at the soreness between

MadisonJackson spotted us and smiled, that same crooked smile that used to appear when he'd finally solved a difficult math problem. He weaved between tables toward us."Madison! Hazel!" He spread his arms wide. "You both look amazing!"Hazel, who had been ready to verbally destroy him moments ago, stood up and accepted his hug like they were long-lost relatives. "Jackson! What a surprise! We were just saying how it's been forever!"I caught her eye over his shoulder and mouthed, "Traitor." She responded with a subtle shrug that clearly meant, "But he's hot now."Jackson turned to hug me next, and I caught a whiff of expensive cologne. "Mads, so good to see you in person. Thanks for meeting me.""Sure thing," I replied, patting his back awkwardly before pulling away. "It's been a while.""Three years, two months, and approximately sixteen days," Hazel said sweetly, then added, "Not that I was counting."We all sat down, and an uncomfortable silence fell over the table until Jackson c

Madison"You can wipe that look off your face," I told her. "Jackson could look like Chris Hemsworth's better-looking brother, but I still wouldn't be interested.""So you admit he's hot," Hazel said, pointing an accusing finger at me."I have eyes, don't I? But acknowledging someone's attractiveness doesn't mean I want to date them." I gathered my purse and stood up. "Besides, we have history as friends. It would be weird.""Friends make the best lovers," Hazel singsonged as she collected her things. "They already know all your weird habits and like you anyway.""You've been reading too many romance novels," I said, leading toward the door."I've been reading exactly the right amount, thank you very much." She pushed the door open, and we stepped out onto the sidewalk.The night air hit my face with a refreshing coolness after the warmth of the coffee shop."Well, this was surprisingly not terrible," Hazel said, wrapping her scarf tighter around her neck. "Jackson turning out to be h