Semua Bab A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Bab 311 - Bab 320

Madison"Tell me you want more," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "I want more," I admitted, surprised by how much I meant it. He rewarded me with another slap, followed by his fingers sliding between my folds to find me even wetter than before. "Fuck, you're drenched," he groaned, circling my entrance teasingly. "All this from a little spanking? What a dirty girl you are." His words should have embarrassed me, but instead, they sent another rush of wetness between my thighs. There was something freeing about being with Alexander, about letting go of my carefully constructed professional persona and just being raw and sexual. His fingers pushed inside me again, stretching me as his other hand continued to knead my ass. I moaned, pushing back against him, silently begging for more. "So responsive," he murmured, sounding almost reverent. "So perfect for me." For him. Not for anyone else. The possessiveness in his voice made my heart skip a beat. But was it real? Or just

MadisonI stared into my coffee mug, watching the steam curl upward in lazy spirals as sunlight streamed through my bedroom window. Last night's dreams had been filled with Alexander, his hands, his mouth, his commanding presence. Even now, hours after waking, I could still feel the ghost of his touch on my skin. I took a long sip, savoring the bitter warmth as I scrolled through my phone. No messages from him yet today. Not surprising. It was barely 7 AM, and Alexander rarely texted before 8 unless it was urgent. Setting my mug on the nightstand, I headed to the bathroom, peeling off my oversized T-shirt as I went. The mirror reflected a woman I barely recognized sometimes, confident and with a subtle glow that hadn't been there before Alexander Knight crashed into my life. I stepped into the shower, letting hot water cascade over my body as my thoughts drifted back to him. Something had shifted since Katherine's appearance at the gala. Nothing dramatic. Alexander was still attent

MadisonI closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. Maybe it wasn't what it looked like. Maybe there was a reasonable explanation. But the image of his hand on her back, the intimacy of their posture, burned behind my eyelids. I forced myself to move, walking mechanically to my desk outside Alexander's office. The space was still empty; I'd arrived early, as usual. His door remained closed, and no light was visible underneath. He wasn't in yet. Setting my purse in the bottom drawer, I powered up my computer and tried to focus on the day's tasks. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, trembling slightly before I pulled up my email. Twenty-three new emails since last night. I glanced at his closed door again. Where was he? Usually, he arrived before me, already deep into work by the time I settled at my desk. Was he with her? Had he spent the night with Katherine? The thought sent a wave of nausea through me. He was publicly associated with her while keeping me private, hidden away lik

MadisonThe Manhattan Project team meeting stretched into lunch, which I was thankful for. Every minute away from the executive floor was another minute I didn't have to face Alexander and pretend I hadn't seen those photos. "We should wrap this up," I said, glancing at my watch. "I need to prepare for the board presentation." As everyone filed out, I lingered in the project office, reluctant to return upstairs. I pulled out my phone, checking for messages out of habit. Nothing from Alexander. What had I expected? A desperate plea to change my mind about dinner? An explanation about the photos with Katherine? I scrolled through my emails, answered a few urgent ones, and reorganized my desk three times before finally accepting I couldn't hide down here forever. The elevator ride back to the executive floor felt like ascending to my execution. When the doors opened, I took a deep breath and stepped out, chin high. Alexander's office door was closed. No sound came from within. I s

MadisonWhen I arrived at the office at 8:25, I expected to find Alexander already hunched over his desk as usual. However, his office door remained firmly shut, and the lights were off. There was no sign of him. Strange. Alexander was religiously early, often beating even the cleaning staff to the office. I settled at my desk, arranging the day's files and checking his calendar. Nothing scheduled before 10 AM. By 8:45, he still hadn't arrived. My eyes kept darting to his closed door, then to my phone. No messages, no calls, no explanation for his tardiness. My mind wandered to dangerous territory. Was he with Katherine? I drummed my fingers on my desk. Maybe they'd spent the night together. Maybe they were having breakfast right now, reminiscing about old times. Maybe he was between her legs this very moment, making her cry out his name the way he made me— "Stop it," I muttered, shaking my head to clear the images. But I couldn't stop. After years apart, they probably had a lo