All Chapters of A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 351 - Chapter 360

MadisonI nearly choked on my water. "What?" "Come on, Madison. He's been watching you all night when he thinks no one's looking." Jackson raised an eyebrow. "And that blonde, Katherine, right? Keeps glancing at you too. There's clearly something going on." I glanced across the room. Alexander wasn't looking our way anymore; his attention was focused on the small group around him. His posture seemed tense, and his smile didn't quite reach his eyes. "You didn't answer my question about your boss." "Sorry," I snapped my attention back to him. "What about him?" Jackson leaned closer, lowering his voice. "There's obviously something going on between you two. The way he keeps looking at you..." "There's nothing going on," I said quickly. Too quickly. Jackson raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. "Right. And I'm secretly Batman." I laughed despite myself. "You're ridiculous." "Maybe," he conceded with a grin. "But I'm also observant. He's been watching you all night like a hawk

MadisonWe rode the elevator in silence, the air between us charged with unspoken tension. In the lobby, Alexander guided me outside with a light touch at the small of my back that sent electricity up my spine. His Bentley waited at the curb, and his driver, John, was holding the door open. "Ms. Harper," John nodded, his expression carefully neutral. I slid into the plush leather seat, and Alexander joined me, sitting uncomfortably close. The door closed, sealing us in the quiet luxury of the car. "Did you enjoy the party?" Alexander asked as the car pulled away from the curb. "It was lovely," I answered automatically. My fingers curled around the soft leather seat of the Bentley, trying to ground myself. This was a bad idea. But something about Alexander's presence always clouded my judgment, making me agree to things I knew I shouldn't. The drive to his penthouse was mercifully short, the city lights blurring past the tinted windows like fireflies. Neither of us spoke; the sil

MadisonI woke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through unfamiliar curtains. For one blissful moment, I lived in peaceful ignorance before reality crashed like a bucket of ice water. Alexander's penthouse. Alexander's bed. Beside me, Alexander Knight slept soundly, his usually severe expression relaxed in slumber. One muscular arm was flung carelessly above his head, the other resting on his bare chest. Oh god. What did I do? Memories from the night before flooded back with merciless clarity. The party. Jackson. Alexander's text asking me to stay. The whiskey. The kiss. My kiss. I had kissed him. Heat rushed to my face as I remembered how I'd practically thrown myself at him. How my hands had tangled in his hair, how I'd moaned when he'd lifted me onto the kitchen counter, how I'd begged him to— Stop. I needed to get out of here. Moving with exaggerated care, I slid from beneath the Egyptian cotton sheets. My dress lay in a crumpled heap by the door, and my underwea

Madison"No," I whispered, shaking the test as if that might change the result. "No, no, no." We'd used protection. Hadn't we? The night blurred with whiskey and passion, but I was almost certain... Almost wasn't good enough when it came to birth control. I sank to the floor, head in my hands. A baby. Alexander Knight's baby. "Madison?" Mom called from the living room. "Everything okay in there?" I shoved the pregnancy test into my makeup bag. "Fine! Just... trying a new face mask." "Well, hurry up. Your breakfast is getting cold." I splashed cold water on my face and took several deep breaths. Panic wouldn't help. I needed a plan. The pregnancy test sat accusingly in my makeup bag, those two pink lines representing a future I hadn't planned for. My life, which had finally started stabilizing, was about to implode all over again. I studied my reflection in the mirror. "You're going to handle this," I whispered to myself. "One step at a time." First step: confirm the pregnanc

MadisonI stared at my phone for the tenth time in an hour. Still nothing from Alexander. It had been three days since I'd sent the text about my pregnancy, and I was getting angrier by the minute. My phone rang, startling me so badly I nearly dropped it. My heart leapt, then immediately sank when I saw Hazel's name instead of Alexander's. "Hey," I answered, not bothering to hide the disappointment in my voice. "Whoa, who died?" Hazel asked. "You sound terrible." "Thanks for the vote of confidence." "Seriously, Mads. What's wrong? You've been MIA for days. I've been texting you." I sighed, looking around my empty apartment. Mom was at physical therapy, which meant I could speak freely. "If I tell you something, you have to swear not to freak out." "That's literally asking me to freak out, but okay. I swear." I took a deep breath. "I'm pregnant." The silence on the other end lasted so long I checked to make sure the call hadn't dropped. "Hazel?" "Holy shit." Her voice had d