All Chapters of A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

MadisonWith a nod to me, Leo headed for the door, leaving Alexander and me alone in the warehouse. For a moment, neither of us spoke. The silence stretched between us, filled only by the distant sound of rain on the metal roof. Alexander pocketed his phone and turned to me, his expression softening slightly. "You know, that water stunt was quite satisfying to watch." I shrugged, feeling a small smile tug at my lips. "It just... happened. I saw the bottles sitting there and thought about how she dumped water on me that day at the office." "Poetic justice," he said, the corner of his mouth lifting. "She deserved worse, but the water was a nice touch." "I'm not usually that impulsive," I admitted, wrapping my arms around myself. The warehouse suddenly felt colder, the concrete walls amplifying the chill. Alexander shrugged off his jacket and placed it around my shoulders before I could protest. The fabric was still warm from his body, carrying his distinctive scent. "Let's get ou

MadisonAlexander watched me with hungry eyes, occasionally thrusting up to meet me halfway. His fingers dug deeper into my hips, controlling my movements as I rode him. "Fuck, Madison," he growled, his voice strained. "Your pussy feels so good around my cock." I threw my head back, letting the pleasure wash over me as I ground down against him. His cock hit that perfect spot inside me with every thrust, making my thighs tremble. "You like being filled with my cock?" Alexander's voice was low, dangerous. "Yes," I gasped, my nails digging into his chest. "God, yes." Without warning, Alexander sat up, wrapping one arm around my waist while his other hand tangled in my hair. He pulled my head back, exposing my throat to his hungry mouth. "I need to taste you," he murmured against my skin before biting down on the sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. I cried out, my inner walls clenching around him. He chuckled darkly against my skin. "Such a responsive little thing," he

MadisonBefore I could process this, his tablet chimed from the bedside table. I looked over to see the same name flashing on the screen. Katherine was apparently trying every method to reach him. I picked up the tablet, intending to silence it, when I noticed the notification showed multiple missed calls from the same contact over the past few days. Three yesterday. Two the day before. My finger accidentally swiped the screen, opening his photos app. I froze. Staring back at me was Katherine, the mysterious ex-girlfriend I'd been so curious about. She was even more stunning than I'd imagined. Long blonde hair, piercing eyes, and a smile that lit up her entire face. Alexander had his arm around her waist, looking at her with an expression I'd never seen on his face before. I swiped again, unable to stop myself. More photos. Katherine in a bikini on a yacht. Katherine and Alexander at some gala, her in a red dress that hugged every perfect curve. Katherine asleep in what looked lik

MadisonWhen I unlocked my apartment door, I was immediately hit by the smell of coffee and bacon. Mom was up and cooking, which was both a relief and a concern. "Madison?" she called from the kitchen. "Is that you, honey?" "Yeah, Mom," I answered, dropping my purse on the entryway table. "You're up early." I found her at the stove, spatula in hand, looking better than she had in weeks. The color had returned to her cheeks, and she moved with more energy than I'd seen since before her diagnosis. "Thought I'd make my baby girl some breakfast," she said with a smile. "You're always rushing around these days." "Mom, you shouldn't be on your feet so much," I protested, moving to take the spatula from her. "The doctor said—" "The doctor said moderate activity is good for me," she interrupted, swatting my hand away. "And standing at a stove making breakfast counts as moderate in my book." I sighed, knowing better than to argue. "Fine, but let me help at least." Mom waved me away wit

MadisonA woman in her forties stepped forward, introducing herself as Diane Peters, the lead architect. "Mr. Knight, we've revised the atrium design as requested." She unrolled a large blueprint across the table. "The central skylight has been expanded by thirty percent, allowing more natural light throughout the main concourse." I positioned myself slightly behind Alexander, tablet poised to capture key points. His presence filled the small space, commanding attention without effort. As Diane explained the modifications, I noticed how everyone leaned forward when Alexander spoke, hanging on his every word. "The cost implications?" Alexander asked, his finger tracing the outline of the atrium. A thin man with wire-rimmed glasses cleared his throat. "We've run the numbers, Mr. Knight. The additional glass work adds approximately $1.2 million to the budget, but we believe the energy savings and increased foot traffic will offset this within three years." Alexander's eyes narrowed.