All Chapters of A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 231 - Chapter 240

MadisonA knock at the door interrupted my spiraling thoughts. "Room service," Alexander announced, rising from the couch. His hand trailed deliberately up my thigh before he moved away, leaving a path of goosebumps in his wake. I took a deep breath, composing myself as he answered the door. A server wheeled in a cart laden with covered dishes, the rich aromas making my stomach growl. After the server departed, Alexander gestured to the dining table. "Shall we?" I nodded, moving to take a seat. He pulled out my chair, his hands lingering on my shoulders for a moment before he sat across from me. Alexander lifted the covers with a flourish, revealing an impressive spread. Crab cakes with a delicate remoulade, a selection of artisanal cheeses, fresh berries, and two decadent desserts – the promised chocolate lava cake and crème brûlée. "Wine?" he offered, already pouring a golden liquid into crystal glasses. "Please." I accepted the glass, taking a small sip. The wine was crisp a

Madison"You want me to stop calling you Mr. Knight?" I asked, watching his expression carefully. His fingers traced a lazy pattern on my knee. "When we're like this, yes. It seems unnecessary." I bit my lip, considering the implications. "What exactly should I call you then? Some pet name?" I raised an eyebrow, leaning back against the couch. "Something like honey? Sweetheart? Big guy?" I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at my lips. His eyes darkened, fingers digging slightly into my thigh. "Don't push it, Madison." "What? I'm just exploring options here," I said innocently, enjoying the flash of irritation crossing his face. "I mean, if we're getting informal, I should know the parameters." "Alexander will do just fine," he said, voice clipped. "My actual name." I tilted my head, studying him. "Alexander," I tested the name on my tongue, feeling a strange intimacy. "Seems rather formal still. And long." "It's four syllables," he pointed out dryly. "Exactly. In the heat of

MadisonSunlight streamed through a gap in the curtains, pulling me from a deep, dreamless sleep. I stretched languidly, my body feeling deliciously rested despite the unfamiliar surroundings. The sheets beside me were cool to the touch; Alexander had been gone for some time. I sat up, holding the duvet to my chest as I glanced around the opulent bedroom. My bra lay neatly folded on the nightstand, which was strange since I was certain I'd fallen asleep wearing it. Had Alexander removed it while I slept? I slipped out of bed, wrapping the sheet around my naked body as I padded into the living area. The suite was silent, with no sign of Alexander anywhere. The storm had passed, leaving behind a bright, clear morning visible through the windows. A rectangular box sat on the coffee table, elegant in its simplicity. Beside it was a folded note with my name written in Alexander's precise handwriting. I picked up the note first. For when you wake. Call me when you're ready. Short and

MadisonThe workday passed in a blur of meetings, phone calls, and emails. I split my time between my PA duties outside Alexander's office and my project manager responsibilities downstairs, juggling both roles with increasing confidence. The Manhattan Project was gaining momentum, with Herbert Hayes proving to be an invaluable addition to the team. By six o'clock, I was back at my desk outside Alexander's office, finishing up some correspondence, when my phone buzzed with a text. Alexander: Done for the day. Meet me in the garage in 10. I frowned at my screen. No "please," no explanation of where we were going. Just a command, as usual. I considered texting back something snarky but decided against it. Instead, I shut down my computer and gathered my things. In the elevator down to the garage, I checked my reflection in the mirrored walls, smoothing a hand over my hair. Alexander was waiting by his car, his suit jacket draped over one arm, tie loosened, and sleeves rolled up to

MadisonMy heart hammered in my chest as his fingers worked the buttons of my blouse. He took his time, revealing my skin inch by inch until the silk hung open, exposing the burgundy bra beneath. "Beautiful," he breathed, pushing the blouse off my shoulders. It fell to the deck with a whisper. His hands moved to the zipper of my skirt next, sliding it down with deliberate slowness. The skirt pooled at my feet, leaving me in nothing but the lingerie he'd chosen for me. "Turn around," he commanded softly. I obeyed, turning my back to him. His fingers traced the line of my spine, sending shivers across my skin. He unhooked my bra with practiced ease, drawing the straps down my arms until I stood topless before him. "Now, face me." I turned slowly, resisting the urge to cover myself. Alexander's gaze was reverent as it traveled over my exposed breasts, my hardened nipples. "Perfect," he whispered, reaching out to cup one breast in his palm. His thumb brushed across my nipple, and I