All Chapters of A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 441 - Chapter 450

AlexanderHer lips curved slightly, just the barest hint of a smile back. The gesture hit harder than it should have. Ethan shoved the last three fries into his mouth simultaneously, his cheeks bulging like a chipmunk. "Don't choke," Madison said automatically, her hand reaching across to wipe ketchup from his chin with a napkin. "I won't!" The words came out garbled around potato. He swallowed dramatically. "See? I'm a professional." "Very professional," I agreed. "Olympic-level fry consumption." "What's Olympic?" "A competition where the best people in the world compete." His eyes went enormous. "I could win the Olympics for eating?" "Probably." I finished my burger, watching Madison pick at her salad with the enthusiasm of someone fulfilling an obligation. "You done?" She glanced at her half-eaten plate. "Yeah. I'm not that hungry." "You should eat more," Ethan announced, suddenly concerned. "You always tell me to finish my vegetables." "That's different." "How?" "Beca

AlexanderHer head whipped toward me, eyes widening. "Alexander." "What? It's practical. I have shirts that'll fit you. Probably better than sleeping in what you're wearing now." "I can't wear your clothes." "Why not?" "Because." She crossed her arms. "Because it's weird." "Is it? You used to wear my shirts all the time." Heat flooded her face. "That was different." "How?" "Because we were." She paused, searching for words. "We had an arrangement." "An arrangement where you wore my shirts and looked incredible in them." Madison's cheeks went pink. "Stop." "Stop what? Telling the truth?" "Stop flirting with me." I shifted closer, watching her reaction carefully. She didn't move away. The space between us narrowed to inches, maybe less. Close enough, I saw the way her pupils dilated, the slight parting of her lips. Close enough, her breath ghosted across my skin, warm and unsteady. Her eyes dropped to my mouth. Stayed there. My pulse kicked up, blood rushing in my ears l

AlexanderI caught her wrist, holding it against my chest so she could feel my heartbeat. The rapid thud beneath her palm betrayed everything I wasn't saying. "I'm paying for clothes for my son and his mother," I said quietly, my thumb stroking the inside of her wrist. "That's all this is." Her pulse jumped beneath my touch. "His mother." "Yes. His mother. The woman who carried him for nine months. Who went through labor alone. Who raised him into the incredible kid sleeping in my guest room right now." Madison's breath hitched. "You make it sound so noble." "It is noble. You're noble. So stop fighting me on this. Let me take care of you both." "I can take care of myself." "I know you can. But you shouldn't have to. Not anymore." She bit her lip, her eyes searching mine. Looking for what, I wasn't sure. Lies? Hidden agendas? Some proof that this was all temporary? "You're looking at me like you want to murder me," I observed, my voice dropping lower. "But also like you want t

AlexanderHer eyes snapped to mine. "Waiting for what?" "For me to find you again." She opened her mouth to protest, but I chose that moment to add a third finger, stretching her wider. The protest died in a moan. "Fuck, Alexander." "That's what I'm trying to do, but you keep talking." I leaned down, biting the soft skin of her neck. "Tell me more. Tell me how many men asked you out." "I don't know. A lot." Her voice came out strangled. "Coworkers. Customers at the café. Random guys at the grocery store." I pumped my fingers faster, feeling her pussy clench around them. "And you said no to all of them." "Yes." She gasped when I curled my fingers again. "Every single one." "What about Christopher?" Her eyes widened, her body tensing around my fingers. "What?" "Christopher. You told me you were dating him." I kept my rhythm steady, watching her face for any tell. "Was that true?" "I." She bit her lip, her hips still rocking against my hand. "No." "No?" "He's just a friend."

AlexanderThe lead woman began organizing everything on the racks, separating women's clothing from children's. "We brought a full selection as requested. Casual wear, formal options, sleepwear, and undergarments. Everything in the sizes you specified." Madison stepped closer to one of the racks, her fingers brushing against a soft cashmere sweater. Then her eyes caught the price tag dangling from the sleeve. She went pale. "Alexander." She grabbed my arm, pulling me aside while the delivery people continued setting up. Her voice dropped to a whisper. "These are so expensive. This sweater alone costs more than my monthly grocery bill." "So?" "So?" Her eyes went wide. "So that's insane!" She gestured at the racks. "This is too much. Way too much." I cupped her face, forcing her to look at me instead of the price tags. "Choose what you like. Don't worry about the price." "But—" "No buts. Pick what you want. If you don't like anything, they'll bring more options. That's how this