All Chapters of A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 341 - Chapter 350

MadisonTuesday morning's bright sunlight slashed through the half-open blinds of my apartment as I finished the last sip of coffee. I was already running through the day's schedule in my head. I glanced at my new blue dress hanging on my closet door, the price tag still attached. What had I been thinking? I adjusted my black pencil skirt and smoothed my cream blouse before grabbing my laptop bag. The Manhattan Project files were organized in perfect, color-coded folders, my favorite part of being a project manager. Organization kept me sane, especially when other parts of my life felt wildly out of control. Like my feelings for my boss. Or ex-arrangement partner. Or whatever Alexander was to me now. When I arrived, the executive floor was quiet. I set my things at my desk and checked emails before preparing Alexander's morning coffee. His office door was closed. I knocked twice, balancing the coffee cup in one hand. "Come in." Alexander sat behind his massive desk, his suit ja

MadisonShe led me to a cozy corner table partially secluded by a decorative wine rack. It was perfect for conversation without shouting over the dinner crowd. I settled in, declining a glass of wine until Jackson arrived. While waiting, I checked my phone, a habit I couldn't seem to break. No messages from Alexander. Not that I expected any. Our workday had ended without incident, just the usual professional exchanges about the Riverside property we'd be visiting tomorrow. I set my phone face-down on the table, forcing myself to break the habit of checking for messages from Alexander. The waitress approached and offered me another glass of water. "Still waiting?" she asked sympathetically. "Yes, he should be here any minute," I replied, checking my watch. Jackson was now twelve minutes late. Maybe this dinner had been a mistake after all. I drummed my fingers against the table, contemplating whether to call him or just order an appetizer. After another few minutes of waiting, I

MadisonMy phone buzzed with a text. Reflexively, my heart jumped. Alexander? But it was just Jackson. Jackson: Thanks again for dinner. Next time, my treat for real. I smiled and typed back. Me: Deal. And thanks for being understanding about my work schedule. Jackson: What are friends for? Besides, I'm just as bad. We can be workaholics together. The idea was oddly comforting. Maybe that was what I needed. Someone who understood my dedication to work without judging it. Someone who wasn't paying my mother's medical bills or making my heart race with a single glance. Me: Goodnight, Jackson Jackson: Goodnight, Madison. Don't stay up all night with spreadsheets. I laughed out loud, earning a curious glance from the cab driver in the rearview mirror. The apartment was quiet; Mom must have already gone to bed. I kicked off my shoes by the door and padded to the kitchen for a glass of water. A note on the counter caught my attention: Had a wonderful dinner with Mrs. Miller. Don'

MadisonI stood before my mirror, barely recognizing the woman staring back. The midnight blue dress hugged every curve, its silky fabric catching the light as I turned. The plunging neckline revealed just enough cleavage to be daring without crossing into inappropriate territory, while the slit offered a tantalizing glimpse of leg with each step. "Wow," I whispered, smoothing my hands over the fabric. My hair fell in loose waves around my shoulders. The smoky eye makeup and berry-tinted lips completed the transformation. I slipped on the strappy silver heels I'd splurged on during my shopping trip with Hazel, immediately adding three inches to my height. The total effect was... powerful. Different. Not Madison the personal assistant or Madison the project manager. Just Madison. My phone buzzed on the dresser. A text from Hazel: "Car's here. I'm downstairs. Move your ass!" I smiled, grabbing my silver clutch and taking one final look in the mirror. "You can do this," I told my re

MadisonMy phone vibrated in my clutch. Jackson's name flashed on the screen. "It's Jackson," I told Hazel, my heart skipping nervously as I answered. "Hey, where are you?" "Madison, they won't let me in! I've tried explaining I'm your friend, but the security guy keeps insisting my name isn't on some list." "What? That's ridiculous." I glanced toward the entrance. "You're at The Summit, right? Main entrance?" "Yeah, been standing here arguing with Mr. Muscles for ten minutes. He's enjoying this power trip way too much." I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Give me a second, I'll sort this out." "Maybe Alexander doesn't want your date crashing his party," Hazel whispered, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. I rolled my eyes. "He's not my date. And Alexander doesn't even know I invited him." "Sure, keep telling yourself that." Hazel drained her champagne and set the empty glass on a passing server's tray. "Stay here, I'll go rescue your not-date." "Thanks, Hazel. I owe you." "Ye