All Chapters of My Date, My Boss, My Step-brother!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

I was curled up on the couch, still a sobbing mess while I checked my phone every passing second but it was still the same thing. My phone was silent and there were no new messages or any calls at all from him.Rachel was in the kitchen, making tea like it could fix this. even the scent of chamomile did nothing to calm the riot in my head.We heard a knock on the door, Rachel immediately snapped her head up but I didn't move.She looked like she was ready to punch on who was knocking as the knock was becoming more louder and persistent.Rachel walked to the door, glancing at the peephole before letting out a bitter laugh. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”I already knew who it was.She yanked the door open but didn’t step aside. Ethan stood there, hands shoved in his pockets, still looking very but together.“I need to see Sophie,” he said as his voice was calm and controlled.She crossed her arms looking very fierce. “And I need you to leave.”“Rachel I-.”She cut him off rudely

Ethan “Alex used an internal login,” he said, voice tight. “But he didn’t hack in himself. Someone gave him access.”My jaw tightened. “Who?”Daniel exhaled sharply, pulling up a log file. “It was a shared admin password. Only a few people have it—IT leads, security personnel…” He hesitated. “And interns who’ve worked in the department.”“Who could have given it to him?”Daniel didn't reply immediately; he was still fixated on his computer. “Give me time boss, this kind of thing takes time.” “Fine, I need everything about Alex.”Daniel blinked. “Everything?”I turned to him, my expression blank. “Everything you can find on Alex. His calls, his emails, his financial records—everything.”Daniel nodded so fast it was a wonder his head didn’t snap off. “Ok boss.” After what felt like two seconds he replied. “Here.” “Send it to me.” I said and he nodded.Daniel barely had time to mutter something about looking deeper before I was already walking out of my office.Ready to hunt the fucke

Curiosity indeed was a dangerous thing. It nudges you toward answers you may not be ready for. But after everything, I deserved to know.After all curiosity killed the cat and I wasn't ‘the cat’ I was Sophia and it was as simple as that.I needed to meet Alex to find out why he did what he did, so I texted him.I didn’t tell Ethan. If he knew, he would never let me come. I knew that he had probably found a thousand ways to keep Alex from speaking to me at all. But Ethan wasn’t here nowOf course Alex thought I didn’t know and that’s what made this interesting.I texted him earlier, keeping it simple I sent him a ‘we need to talk’ text and he didn't even hesitate to reply asking for the location and of course I told him the café that made the donuts I liked.He agreed, I wondered why he said yes maybe it was because he thought I didn't know. And that was exactly why I made sure to be late to make him sit there and wonder if I would come, almost like what he did to me.When I finally a

I rolled my eyes at her obvious pretense, but she wasn’t done talking. “How has life been so far?”She was talking like we were fucking old friends. The audacity!I stared at her, daring her to keep pretending like she wasn’t the bitch who had stabbed me in the back and helped burn everything I built.Lily was immaculate, as usual. She sat up straight, her posture perfect, her makeup flawless, and her clothes pressed. She looked every bit the image of power and control. Her smile was calculated to make her seem like the untouchable, perfect woman she always thought she was.And then there was Alex. He was the complete opposite. He stood up like his spine had turned to rubber. His eyes were hollow, his face drawn, like a man who had been completely drained of all pride and strength. He had the look of someone who had given up before they even fought. A man caught in a storm he couldn’t weather. “You shouldn’t be here, Lily,” he stammered, stepping toward her like a puppet. “This wasn’

I was still fuming when I followed Ethan out of the apartment.I didn’t wait for him to speak. I didn’t look at him, he didn't even deserve my look right now.It didn't matter that he kept glancing at me like he wanted to say something, the fact remained that he didn’t.At least when it mattered he didn't speak and now, apparently, I had to be the perfect little businesswoman, smiling at Mr. Ventura like I hadn’t just been accused, betrayed, and silenced all in one day.A perfect day in the life of Ethan Blackwood's whore.As we stepped outside I couldn't help but blink because two sleek black cars were already waiting for us. Of course they were. Ethan Blackwood didn’t do things halfway.He walked ahead of me like I wasn’t burning holes into his back with my eyes. A driver opened the back door of the first car and Ethan waited for me to get in first.Ethan took the driver seat while I assumed the driver was doing to drive the other car.I didn’t say thank you or anything at all, lik