All Chapters of A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

AlexanderWe moved to a more private spot near the edge of the practice green."So what do we know so far?" Anthony asked, leaning against his putter.Leo sighed, frustration evident in his eyes. "Not much. No name, no contact information, just cash and instructions."I furrowed my brow, trying to piece together the puzzle."After drinking that drug-mixed drink, what happened exactly?" Leo asked, turning to me with a serious expression. "Your sex drive increased dramatically, right? What else?"I hesitated, uncomfortable discussing the details. "Everything intensified. Like someone had cranked up all my senses and desires to eleven. I couldn't think straight. Just wanted to fuck anything that moved.""And did you?" Leo pressed, his expression serious."No," I lied smoothly. "I went straight to my penthouse and called Dr. Peterson. He gave me something to counteract the effects. Knocked me out for most of the night."Anthony raised an eyebrow. "I'm also a doctor, you know. You could ha

MadisonMy phone buzzed again. Alexander glanced at it. "Aren't you going to check that?" "No," I said, tucking my phone into my purse. "It's probably just Jackson again. Nothing important." Alexander's lips curved into a satisfied smile. "Good. It's nice to see you remember the terms of our arrangement." I rolled my eyes. "Why did you ask me to agree to this girlfriend deal in the first place? There are plenty of girls waiting in line for Alexander Knight's attention." I gestured vaguely with my hand. "You could have your pick of models, actresses, or socialites who'd jump at the chance." "I believe we've already discussed this," he replied, his tone maddeningly calm as he navigated through traffic. "Yeah, we talked about it, but it's been a few weeks and I don't remember exactly what you said." I turned slightly in my seat to face him. "Refresh my memory?" Alexander's eyes remained fixed on the road, but I caught the slight twitch at the corner of his mouth. "I like you, Madis

MadisonAs we pulled away from the warehouse, I couldn't help but glance back at the building where we'd just interrogated a man. The whole experience felt surreal. "You're quiet," Alexander observed as we merged onto the main road. "Just processing," I replied, staring out the window. "It's not every day I witness an interrogation." Alexander's lips twitched. "I suppose not." "Do you really not remember her? Selena?" I asked, genuinely curious. "Not at all," he admitted. "High school was a long time ago, and I wasn't particularly interested in making lasting connections." I studied his profile as he drove, the sharp line of his jaw tense beneath the sun streaming through the windshield. The revelation about Selena had clearly rattled him, even if he wouldn't admit it. "Do you think she's behind drugging you?" I asked, turning slightly in my seat to face him. "This Selena person?" Alexander's fingers tapped against the steering wheel as he considered my question. "I can't be s

MadisonI blinked, reading the message again. What? Hazel: Your boyfriend/boss is cheating on you. He's not my boyfriend, I thought reflexively. Well, technically, he was on paper, but not in the way Hazel meant. Our arrangement was strictly contractual, a business deal with benefits. I typed back quickly. Me: What are you talking about? Three dots appeared immediately. Hazel must have been waiting for my response. "See for yourself," she replied, followed by a link to what appeared to be another gossip article. My stomach tightened. This was becoming a pattern. Hazel sending me tabloid garbage about CEOs and their assistants. Last time, it had been that ridiculous story about Alexander and Penelope from Accounting. What nonsense had she dug up now? I clicked the link, half-expecting another poorly photoshopped image of Alexander with some random Knight Industries employee. Instead, the headline screamed: "KNIGHT IN SHINING ARMOR? BILLIONAIRE CEO ALEXANDER KNIGHT SPOTTED WITH

MadisonAlexander raised an eyebrow. "More competitive than me? I doubt it." He leaned against his desk, arms crossed. "I'll have a word with the PR department. This is unacceptable." "They're probably overwhelmed with all the gossip about you," I suggested, unable to resist the jab. "That's literally their job, Madison. To monitor and manage my public image." He picked up his phone, his jaw tightening. "Send Wilson from PR to my office immediately." I shifted my weight, wondering if I should leave. "Should I go back to my desk?" "No, stay." His tone left no room for argument. "I want you to see how I handle incompetence." I settled into one of the chairs across from his desk, crossing my legs and smoothing my skirt. This promised to be entertaining, at least. Within minutes, a sharp knock sounded at the door. Alexander called for them to enter, and Wilson hurried in, looking like he'd sprinted up ten flights of stairs. "Mr. Knight, you wanted to see me?" Wilson adjusted his gl