Semua Bab A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Bab 211 - Bab 220

MadisonHis phone rang, and he answered immediately, launching into a discussion about another project. I took the opportunity to finalize my notes and send emails to the relevant team members regarding the Thornton property adjustments. The rest of the ride back to the office passed in comfortable silence punctuated by Alexander's occasional phone conversations. When we pulled up to the office building, Alexander stepped out first and stood by the car, waiting for me. As we made our way through the bustling lobby, employees nodded respectfully in acknowledgment. "I have meetings for the rest of the afternoon," Alexander said as we stepped into the elevator. "I'll need the Thornton property report on my desk by tomorrow morning." "Of course." I held his gaze for a moment, still feeling the electricity between us from our earlier encounter. The elevator doors opened, revealing the busy office floor. Alexander stepped out first, immediately shifting into CEO mode. "The Thornton re

Madison"Oh, I don't keep track of Alexander's love life timeline," Caroline said with a dismissive wave. "But it's ancient history now. Water under the bridge." I nodded, processing this information. Katherine. The name Alexander had called me that night in his penthouse when he was drugged. The name I'd heard Anthony mention. A real person with a history that somehow kept intersecting with my present. "I tried asking him about her once," Caroline continued, breaking into my thoughts. "At some charity gala a while back. He just gave me that icy stare of his and changed the subject." She laughed lightly. "Classic Alexander." "Sounds like him," I agreed, feeling a strange mix of emotions I couldn't quite identify. "So," Caroline leaned forward, her eyes suddenly sharp with interest. "Has he mentioned her to you? Or anyone else he might be seeing?" I shook my head. "No, he keeps his personal life very private." "Come on," she pressed. "You must have noticed something. Does he take

MadisonI slipped the blouse off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Standing there in my black lace bra, I felt exposed yet powerful under his hungry gaze. "Continue," he commanded softly. My hands moved to my jeans, unbuttoning them and sliding the zipper down. I wiggled my hips to push them down my legs, stepping out of them when they pooled at my feet. "The rest, too," Alexander said, his voice rougher now. "You said just the blouse and jeans." "I lied." His eyes traveled over my body. "Everything, Madison." My heart hammered against my ribs as I reached behind to unhook my bra. The straps slid down my arms, and I let the garment drop. Alexander's sharp intake of breath was audible in the quiet room. "Beautiful," he whispered, pushing away from the wall and moving toward me. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of my panties, sliding them down until I stood completely naked before him. The cool air pebbled my nipples, and I resisted the urge to cover myself. "Lie

MadisonI slid into the cab, grateful to finally be done with work for the week. Friday night's freedom felt especially sweet after the week I'd had juggling two roles at Knight Industries while trying to ignore the lingering questions about Alexander's past. As the cab pulled into traffic, I leaned back against the seat and pulled out my phone. Before I could stop myself, I opened a browser and typed "Katherine Knight Industries" into the search bar. Nothing relevant appeared. I tried "Katherine Alexander Knight girlfriend" next. Hundreds of results popped up, but none seemed connected to Alexander. Just random Katherines and Alexanders from across the world. Without a last name, this was pointless. I could ask Caroline. She clearly knew more about Katherine than she'd let on. My finger hovered over Caroline's contact. No. Bad idea. Very bad idea. Caroline would use my interest against me somehow. I deleted the search history and shoved my phone back into my purse. Twenty min

MadisonI stared at Hazel, considering her question. What's the worst that could happen? Alexander could fire me. Or laugh in my face. Or realize I was jealous, which I definitely wasn't. "I haven't thought about asking him directly," I admitted. "Maybe I could casually mention Katherine's name and see how he reacts." "That's what I'm saying!" Hazel clapped her hands together. "Just drop it into conversation naturally. Like, 'Oh, I met someone named Katherine today at the coffee shop. Isn't that funny?'" "You think that would work?" "Worth a shot." Hazel nodded, stretching her arms above her head. "Just remember, some men get weird when you bring up ex-girlfriends. Like, nuclear meltdown weird." "What do you mean?" "Some men are strange creatures," Hazel explained, shifting to face me directly. "They'll talk about sports statistics from 1987 but mention an ex, and suddenly they've got amnesia. My ex would literally leave the room if I brought up his college girlfriend." "Really