Semua Bab A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Bab 261 - Bab 270

MadisonWe looked at each other for a long moment, something unspoken passing between us. Then Alexander cleared his throat and reached for his phone again. "We should sleep. Early flight tomorrow." I nodded, turning away from him to hide the confusing mix of emotions on my face. What was happening between us? This arrangement was supposed to be straightforward: sex and companionship in exchange for financial help. So why did it feel increasingly like something more? As I drifted toward sleep, I felt Alexander shift beside me. His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his chest in a gesture that felt less sexual and more... protective. I relaxed into his warmth, too tired to question it. Just before consciousness slipped away completely, I felt his lips press softly against my hair. It was such a tender gesture, so unlike his usual commanding presence, that I wondered if I'd imagined it. But as sleep claimed me, one thought remained: Alexander Knight might be an arrogan

MadisonAs the Bentley pulled away from The Savoy, I stole one last glance at the iconic London hotel. My first trip to London had been anything but ordinary, from sightseeing at London's landmarks to uncovering the person behind the drug incident. "Going to miss London?" Alexander asked, noticing my backward glance. "The parts where I wasn't involved in your personal spy drama? Yes, absolutely." He chuckled, his hand finding mine on the leather seat between us. "Next time, we'll skip the espionage." "Next time?" I raised an eyebrow. "Already planning another trip, Mr. Knight?" "Perhaps." His thumb traced circles on my palm. "Paris in the spring is quite spectacular." The casual way he mentioned future plans made my stomach flutter. I turned to look out the window, hiding whatever expression might have crossed my face. The car slowed as we approached the private airfield. A sleek white jet waited on the tarmac, gleaming under the morning sun like an elegant bird poised for flig

MadisonI froze mid-step, unable to process the scene before me. Alexander Knight—billionaire CEO, my boss, my fake boyfriend, the man who'd had me pinned against his office wall—was chatting with my mother like they were old friends. "So I tell him, 'If you think that's how plumbing works, I've got a bridge to sell you in Brooklyn!'" my mother said, gesturing wildly. Alexander threw his head back and laughed. "That's brilliant. Absolutely brilliant." I approached slowly, feeling like I'd stepped into an alternate dimension. Neither had noticed me yet. "And what exactly is happening here?" I asked, drawing their attention. Alexander turned, his smile widening when he saw me. "Madison! I was just getting acquainted with this delightful woman." He placed his hand on the small of my back, leaning in close. "Meet my girlfriend," he said smoothly. My jaw dropped. "Mom, he's just—" "Mom?" Alexander's eyebrows shot up. "Yes, my daughter," my mother said, beaming. "Though she apparent

MadisonI peeked into Mom's room, finding her already dozing. I scribbled a quick note explaining I was going out, left it on her nightstand, and then grabbed my purse. "Ready," I announced, rejoining Alexander in the living room. The ride down in the elevator was silent. I stared at the descending numbers, hyper-aware of Alexander standing beside me, his cologne filling the small space. When we reached the lobby, he guided me through the doors with a light touch at the small of my back. "I sent the driver home," Alexander said once we stepped outside. "I'll drive us." His car waited at the curb, sleek and intimidating like its owner. He opened the passenger door for me, a gesture that felt both gentlemanly and possessive. "Where are we going?" I asked as he slid into the driver's seat. "My place." The engine purred to life, and Alexander pulled into traffic with practiced ease. I watched his hands on the steering wheel, remembering how those same hands had touched me just days

MadisonI unlocked my apartment door as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake my mother. The living room was dark, but a faint light spilled from under her bedroom door. I kicked off my heels and padded toward it, listening for any sounds. "Mom?" I called softly, knocking gently. "Come in, sweetheart." I pushed the door open to find her propped up in bed, reading a magazine. My magazine. With Alexander's face on the cover. "Really, Mom?" I groaned, leaning against the doorframe. She grinned, unrepentant. "Just doing some research on my future son-in-law." "He's not—we're not—" I sputtered, then took a deep breath. "It's still very new." "Hmm." She flipped a page, studying it intently. "Says here he's very wealthy." "Money isn't everything." "Says the girl who's been working extra hours to pay my medical bills." She set the magazine aside, her expression softening. "He seems to care about you." I crossed my arms defensively. "You met him for all of thirty minutes." "A mot