All Chapters of The Untouchable Boss: I Quit Being Your Wife: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Dune’s POVJane’s mouth was warm, her tongue slick and familiar as it tangled with mine. Her hands roamed under my shirt like she was trying to memorize every inch of me again, like we hadn’t done this same dance on this same ragged couch a dozen times before.I tightened my grip on her waist, but a flicker of caution itched in my chest. I pulled back just enough to look at her eyes. “Are you sure she won’t barge in again?” I asked, my voice low. Jane laughed breathlessly, rolling her eyes as she leaned down and kissed the side of my jaw. “Camilla?” She scoffed and waved dismissively. “She hasn’t been around for days. She barely even calls anymore.”“She’s obsessive, Jane. You know that.”“Yes but she’s also a crazy, paranoid, and spiraling woman who still has a thriving job to do,” she said, grinding her hips into mine with a wicked smirk. “Relax. We’ve got time.”I let myself fall back into her, my mouth on her, the heat between us tensed with each touch. Her fingers slid into my h

Camilla’s POV The ropes slipped from my wrists, and the blood rushed back to my hands so fast that it stung. I wanted to sigh in relief, maybe even collapse, but I couldn’t give Leo the satisfaction of seeing me like that.“You’re free to go,” Jax said, his tone so empty it almost didn’t sound like him.Leo snorted. “What a joke.”I ignored him, biting the inside of my cheek to keep the smug grin on my face from slipping. Leo could talk big all he wanted, but at the end of the day, they were weak. Jax was weak. I always knew that.He wouldn’t harm me, not when the baby was my shield.I stood up, my legs were a bit wobbly but they soon stabilized. “Smart choice,” I murmured, dusting off my skirt.Leo stepped into my space so fast I flinched, his hand gripped my jaw and he tilted my face to him. “If I see you near Riley again, Camilla, I swear on every grave I’ve ever made, you won’t get to meet your own kid.”I scoffed and snapped my head away. There was no need to respond. This was a

RILEY’S POVThe hospital room was too quiet. I kept staring at the IV in my wrist, watching the slow drip-drip-drip of the fluid like it could somehow distract me. But it didn’t.Jax just left a while ago, after saying things that should’ve made me feel safe. Things like, “She’s gone, Riley. You’re safe now.” And yet, here I was, still holding my breath and watching over my shoulders.A soft knock came at the door.“Come in,” I said, though my voice was barely above a whisper.Leo stepped inside.He looked… out of place. His usual swagger wasn’t there. His hands were stuffed in his pockets, his shoulders slouched, and his eyes, wouldn’t even meet mine.He leaned against the doorframe and tried to play it casual. “Didn’t expect you to look this good so soon.”I smiled, though it was small and tired. “Well I didn’t expect you to come.”He smirked at that, but it didn’t reach his eyes. He pushed off the frame, walking in slow, as if every step toward me made something inside him feel hea

Riley’s POVI walked out of the hospital building, expecting the usual: silence and a cab, But when I looked up, I saw him. Jax Maddox. Towering. Brooding. Leaning against the wall. He crossed his arms and I watched as his biceps strained under his fitted black shirt. His eyes locked on me and I felt my chest tighten as I walked toward him like a moth begging to get burned.“You didn’t have to come,” I muttered, adjusting the strap on my overnight bag as I tried to ignore the buzz forming in my chest. “You’re not going home alone,” he smiled.I huffed. “I’m fine, I just need some rest. I’ll call a ride.”“No. You’re following me back to mine so I can keep an eye on you.”I stopped in my tracks. “No.”He tilted his head slightly. “Riley.”“I don’t need babysitting,” I snapped. “What I need is space.”“What you need,” he said, his voice dropping low as he stepped closer to me, “is to stop pretending like you’re not still hurt. Like I don’t see the way you winced just now walking out o

Riley’s PovIt took me a second to remember where I was as I nuzzled into the soft sheets, the faint morning light spilled through the curtains. Oh my. God. Last night! Last night had really happened. Flashes of Jax’s hands, his mouth, the low rumble of his voice in my ear all came rushing in my head. My body still hummed from it — a soft ache pulsed in my core, the faint soreness made me curl my toes under the blanket.God. I hadn’t just dreamed it.Somewhere beyond the bedroom, I caught the sound of footsteps moving and then a faint clink of dishes. And then the smell sharpened. I scrunched my nostrils, trying to get a proper whiff of the smell, it smelt like pancakes, fresh bread. A hint of something sugary and rich, like chocolate.The door to the room opened, and I blinked against the light.Jax was standing in the doorway, shirtless, with his hair slightly damp from a shower. An apron was tied low around his waist, hanging loose enough that I caught a distracting stretch of h