Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Kabanata 191 - Kabanata 200

MadisonI waited until I was home, comfortably seated on my couch with a steaming mug of coffee in hand, to text Hazel about the article. The soft cushions beneath me provided a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling in my mind. Me: I talked to Alexander about that article. It's an old photo from months ago. There's nothing to worry about. Her response was immediate, like she'd been hovering over her phone waiting. Hazel: Are you SURE? Men lie, Madison. Especially rich playboys with a different model on their arm every month. Me: He explained everything. The photo is from a business dinner before we started dating. Hazel: And you believe him? Just like that? I took a sip of coffee, considering my response. Did I believe him? The way he'd handled Wilson from PR certainly suggested he was genuinely upset about the article. Me: Yes, I believe him. He was pretty angry about the article. Hazel: OF COURSE he was angry! He got caught! Me: No, angry that his PR team didn't catch it f

MadisonI held his gaze steadily, refusing to be intimidated by his intensity. "I'm not after anything, Mr. Knight. I didn't accept this arrangement for your money. The only reason I agreed was for my mother's hospital bills, which you pay directly to the hospital. I haven't taken a single dollar from you beyond my regular salary." Something flickered in his eyes, perhaps surprise or even respect. He leaned back slightly, studying me with newfound interest. "That's true," he admitted, swirling the wine in his glass. "You've never asked for anything extra. No shopping sprees, no luxury gifts, no cash advances." He tilted his head. "So what are you expecting from me, Madison? There must be something." "Just what we agreed to. You help my mother, I play the part." I took a sip of wine, the expensive liquid warming my throat. "That's it." Alexander chuckled, the sound rich and deep. "You're a terrible negotiator. Most women in your position would be milking this situation for all it's

MadisonHe continued fingering me, his other hand alternating between rough squeezes and sharp slaps on my ass. Each smack sent jolts of pleasure-pain straight to my core, making me wetter. "Look at you, taking your punishment so well," he praised, leaning down to bite my shoulder through my dress. "I think you deserve a reward." He reached around me for the bowl of whipped cream, scooping some onto his fingers. I felt the cool substance being spread between my ass cheeks and down to my pussy. "What are you—oh!" I cried out as his tongue followed the trail of sweetness, lapping it up with broad strokes. "Delicious," he murmured against my sensitive flesh. "Better than any dessert I've ever tasted." His tongue circled my entrance before plunging inside, making me grip the counter for support. He devoured me like a man starved, his hands spreading my cheeks wider for better access. Just when I thought I might come, he straightened up and spun me around again. In one fluid motion,

MadisonAlexander cursed under his breath, his shoulders tensing as he peered through the peephole. He stepped back, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "It's Anthony and his girlfriend, Lyla," he said, his voice tight with frustration. "I invited them for drinks, but with everything that happened today..." He shook his head. "Completely slipped my mind." "You invited people over and forgot?" I whispered, clutching the blanket tighter around me. "What do we do?" "Get dressed," he ordered. "Quickly." I scrambled off the couch, dropping the blanket and searching frantically for my clothes. I found my dress and bra crumpled on the floor and pulled them on, then reached for my underwear-or what was left of it. The delicate fabric hung in tatters, completely unwearable after Alexander had ripped them off me earlier. "My panties are torn," I hissed, holding up the ruined garment. His lips curved into a smug smile despite the situation. "Bedroom. My closet. Help yourself." I d

AlexanderThe name hit me like a physical blow, but I kept my face carefully neutral. "Katherine has nothing to do with this." "Bullshit." Anthony set his glass down. "You haven't had a serious relationship since she left. Just an endless parade of one-night stands and brief flings." "I'm not interested in a relationship right now," I said firmly. "With anyone." "So you're just going to keep fucking random women until what? Katherine magically reappears?" Anthony pressed. I clenched my jaw. "I told you, Katherine has nothing to do with this." "Then why not try something real for once?" Anthony challenged. "You can't keep waiting for her, Alex. She's not coming back." "I'm not waiting for anyone," I snapped, my patience wearing thin. "Aren't you?" Anthony's voice softened slightly. "It's been years, man. And even if she did come back, she clearly doesn't care about you. She left without a word." "You don't know what you're talking about," I said, my voice dangerously low. Lyla