Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

MadisonHis eyebrows rose slightly when he encountered no barrier. "Well, well. What have we here?" "I don't know what you're talking about," I said primly, staring straight ahead. "No?" His fingers slipped between my thighs, finding the evidence of my arousal. "You're soaked, Madison. Is this for me?" I bit my lip, refusing to answer. "Did you take them off in the bathroom?" he asked, his voice husky as his fingers explored my wetness. "Yes," I admitted, my breath catching as his fingers slid between my folds. I refused to give him the satisfaction of knowing I'd done it for him. "Don't read too much into it." "No?" His thumb brushed against my clit, making me jerk in the seat. "Your pussy seems to be telling a different story." I bit my lip to keep from moaning. "My pussy doesn't speak for me." "Give them to me." "What?" "Your panties. I know they're in your purse." His fingers continued their maddening exploration. "Hand them over." With trembling hands, I reached into m

MadisonThe room fell silent. I could feel the weight of their stares, a mixture of curiosity and what seemed like disbelief. "Ms. Harper," Victor continued, his tone neutral but with an undercurrent, I couldn't quite place, "perhaps you'd like to share your background in real estate development with the team?" I took a deep breath. "Thank you, Mr. Harmon. While my direct experience in real estate development is limited, I bring strong organizational skills and a fresh perspective to the table. I have worked closely with Mr. Knight on various projects." "Organizational skills?" Lucas Garcia interrupted, not bothering to hide his skepticism. "Ms. Harper, with all due respect, this is a huge development project in one of the most competitive real estate markets in the world. We need more than organizational skills at the helm." The room tensed. I felt heat rise to my cheeks, but I forced myself to maintain eye contact with him. "Mr. Garcia," I began, keeping my voice steady, "I und

MadisonI settled back at my desk, trying to focus on Alexander's schedule for tomorrow. My mind kept drifting back to the cafeteria confrontation with Elizabeth and her crew. At least I'd stood up for myself. The old Madison would have scurried away like a frightened mouse. The intercom on my desk buzzed, making me jump. "Ms. Harper, come to my office." Alexander's voice was crisp and professional. I grabbed my tablet and smoothed my skirt before heading to his door. I knocked once and entered. Alexander sat behind his massive desk, reviewing some files. He didn't look up immediately; his brow furrowed in concentration. When he finally glanced up, his eyes did that thing where they seemed to see straight through my clothes. "Did you have lunch?" he asked, setting the files aside. "Yes, Mr. Knight." I clutched my tablet like a shield. "In the cafeteria." "Anything interesting happened?" He leaned back in his chair, studying me. I shrugged. "Just the usual office gossip. Nothin

Madison"Jesus fucking Christ," Alexander hissed, his fingers pinching my nipples. "Your pussy feels amazing." I rolled my hips experimentally, adjusting to the feel of him inside me. His hands moved to my waist, guiding my movements. "That's it," he encouraged, his eyes fixed on where our bodies joined. "Ride my cock, Madison." I began to move earnestly, lifting myself up before sinking back down. Each downward motion sent sparks of pleasure shooting through my body. "Fuck, Mr. Knight," I moaned, picking up the pace. "You feel so big inside me." He smirked, clearly pleased with my words. "You take my cock so well. Like your pussy was made for it." His mouth latched onto my breast, sucking my nipple hard enough to make me cry out. The dual sensation of his cock filling me and his mouth on my sensitive flesh was almost too much. "Oh god," I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair. "Don't stop." He switched to my other breast, his teeth grazing my nipple before soothing it with hi

Madison"You look stressed, Maddie," Mom said, reaching out to touch my hand. "Is that Alexander Knight fellow working you too hard?" I nearly choked. If only she knew how hard he'd worked me over his desk just hours ago. "It's just the usual work stuff," I said, recovering quickly. "Lots of responsibility." Mom sighed, her eyes taking on that distant look I'd come to dread. "If your father were still here, you wouldn't have to push yourself so hard. He would have made sure we were taken care of." "Mom, please—" "I know, I know," she said, squeezing my hand. "It's just... he was so good with money. We never worried when he was alive." I swallowed the lump in my throat. Dad had been gone for years now, but Mom still talked about him like he'd just stepped out for groceries. "We're doing okay now," I assured her. "You focus on getting better." "Have you heard from your brother?" she asked suddenly. I stiffened. "Mom, I don't want to talk about him." "Madison—" "No," I said fi