Semua Bab A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Bab 301 - Bab 310

MadisonFive minutes stretched into eternity. I resisted the urge to press my ear against the bedroom door, to eavesdrop on his conversation. Instead, I refilled my wine glass and tried to look casual when he finally emerged. Alexander returned as if nothing had happened, his face a perfect mask of neutrality. He'd put his boxer briefs back on but remained gloriously shirtless, his abs rippling as he moved toward me. "Where were we?" he asked, voice husky as he pulled me against him. I wanted to ask who called. The question burned on my tongue. Who was so important they could interrupt us? Was it her? "What?" Alexander asked, noticing my hesitation. "Nothing," I replied, forcing a smile. It wasn't my business. It wasn't my place. His eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't press. Instead, he took my hand, leading me toward his bedroom. "I think it's time I properly fucked you, Ms. Harper." My core clenched at his words. "Is that a promise, Mr. Knight?" "It's a guarantee." He pus

MadisonKatherine stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Alexander in a familiar embrace. "It's been far too long, darling. I've missed our little adventures." She pulled back, her perfectly manicured hand lingering on his arm. "One dance for old times' sake? I promise I won't step on your toes like I used to." Alexander remained rigid, neither returning her embrace fully nor pushing her away. "Katherine. When did you get back from London?" I felt my stomach twist. He had been getting calls from her; he must have known she was returning. Why hadn't he mentioned it? "Just flew in last night," Katherine replied, her crimson lips curving into a smile that held secrets. "I'm expanding Sinclair Luxe to the States. Starting with New York, naturally." Her eyes sparkled with confidence. "The London market has been conquered. Time for new challenges." Alexander nodded, his face a perfect mask of neutrality. Not excited to see her, but not dismissive either. Just... blank. Professional.

MadisonShe turned back to Alexander. "We really must catch up properly, Alex. Away from all this noise and pretense." She gestured vaguely at the gala around us. "Dinner next week? I'll have my assistant call yours." Her eyes flicked briefly to me, the implication clear. Alexander took a sip of his scotch, neither accepting nor declining her invitation. "You've certainly made an impact tonight," he said instead. "Gabriel seemed impressed with your expansion plans." "Business was always foreplay for you," Katherine laughed, touching his arm again. "Some things truly never change." I sipped my drink, the gin burning pleasantly down my throat. The conversation continued around me, Katherine expertly weaving tales of her London successes while dropping intimate references to her past with Alexander. "Remember that little bistro in Paris?" and "You always did prefer the Amalfi Coast to the French Riviera." Each casual mention stung like a paper cut, reminding me of their shared histor

Madison"Your shoulders are rigid, your jaw is tight, and you've been chewing your bottom lip since we left the gala." He stepped closer. "You're not tired. You're overthinking." "I'm not overthinking," I insisted, taking a step back to create some distance between us. "I'm genuinely tired, Alexander. Between the Manhattan project deadlines, the gala, and everything else, I just need a good night's sleep." His eyes narrowed slightly, studying me with that penetrating gaze that always made me feel like he could see right through my bullshit. "Everything else?" he repeated, one eyebrow arched. "Would that 'everything else' happen to include Katherine's appearance tonight?" "Not everything revolves around your ex-girlfriend," I snapped, then immediately regretted my tone. "Sorry. That just proves my point about needing sleep." "Interesting. You rarely apologize for speaking your mind with me." He took another step closer, backing me against the wall. "It's one of the things I apprec

MadisonI set my mug down with deliberate slowness. "I could use a shower." His grin was positively wolfish. "Good choice." Alexander straightened his back, tugging his sweat-soaked shirt over his head. The motion revealed his chiseled torso, and I couldn't help but admire the defined ridges of his abs, each muscle standing out in stark, tantalizing relief. "Like what you see?" he asked, catching me mid-ogle. "You know I do," I replied, letting the sheet fall completely as I stood. His eyes darkened as they swept over my naked body. "Fuck, you're perfect." "So you keep saying." "Because it's true." He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his shorts, pushing them down along with his boxer briefs in one smooth motion. His cock sprang free, already half-hard and impressive even in its semi-aroused state. My mouth watered at the sight. "Still think you can handle me in the shower?" he challenged, stroking himself lazily. I stepped closer, boldly wrapping my fingers around hi