All Chapters of Let Me Go, Boss!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Riley’s POVNext dayMy phone buzzed as I left the meeting room, the vibration echoing up my arm like a jolt. I didn’t recognize the number right away, but something told me to answer. I ducked into an empty hallway, away from the buzz of voices.“Hello?”“Hey, twin!” came Vanessa’s overly cheerful voice.I blinked. “Vanessa? Where the hell have you been? You missed my last three texts!”She laughed like we were catching up after a spa day and not, you know, lying about our identities across continents. “I know, I know, sorry. I’ve been meaning to call. How’s life in the fast lane?”My jaw tensed. “Stressful. I’ve been juggling back-to-back campaigns, managing Jax’s travel schedule, fixing PR disasters—and dodging legal bullets because of Andrew. Ring any bells?”Vanessa went quiet for a second. “Okay, yeah… about that. That’s actually why I’m calling.”A chill crept into my spine. “What do you mean?”“I’m not coming back,” she said, her voice suddenly too calm, too casual.I blinked.

Riley’s POVThe black silk gown I was wearing hugged every curve I didn’t usually dare to show. Its low back dipped just enough to be risky, and a thigh-high slit whispered with every single step I took. I’d never worn anything so unapologetically bold before, but when I stepped into that ballroom with Leo Carter on my arm, I didn’t shrink. I stood taller.“You’re turning heads,” Leo murmured beside me, his voice low, like a secret against my skin. His hand brushed the small of my back as he guided us past a cluster of investors. “Remind me—was this the Riley who spilled coffee on her blouse the first day we met?”I smirked. “She’s still around. She just leveled up.”He chuckled, and something about the warmth of it—lazy, genuine—settled beneath my ribs. Leo wasn’t trying to impress the room. He didn’t have to. He was magnetic by default, but tonight, all of that charm was pointed in my direction.“I’m going to steal you away for a second,” he said, tugging gently at my hand. “Before

Riley’s POVI still felt it. His warmth, not on my skin exactly, but in the space around me. That hug. That grip. The way he wrapped his arms around me like I was the only solid thing keeping him from falling apart.It was firm and fast. No words, no logic—but something about it hadn’t felt forced. It hadn’t felt calculated. It felt like… need. And I didn’t even know what that meant. I walked into the office the next morning trying to pretend my brain wasn’t on a loop of replaying his breath against my neck. The way his fingers had clutched the back of my dress. The sound of his voice when he said, “I didn’t like watching that.”I shouldn’t have let it get under my skin. But it was there—lodged deep like a splinter.I walked straight to my desk, dropped my bag a little too hard, and started typing like the keyboard had personally offended me. Focus, Riley. This is a job. He’s your boss. And bosses do not hold you like you’re the only air left in the room.Most of the day passed in

Jax’s POVThe door to my office burst and Camilla walked in like she owned the damn place, her high heels clicked against the floor as she walked. Her perfume flooded the room before I could even think another thought. She had a coffee in one hand, a smirk on her red-painted lips, and that same look in her eyes—the one that always said I’m about to set something on fire just to watch it burn.I leaned back in my chair, tossing my pen onto the desk. “What the hell are you doing here?”“Oh, come on,” she said, sashaying to the chair opposite mine. “It’s been a while. Won’t you even say hi?”“Hi,” I deadpanned. “Now get to the point.”She sat like she had all the time in the world, crossing one leg over the other and taking a long, exaggerated sip from her coffee.“I’m pregnant,” she said, as casually as someone ordering croissants.I blinked. Then I laughed. “Okay? And?”Her smile didn’t falter. “I’m four months along.”I stared at her. My pulse kicked once, hard. “What the hell does t

Riley’s POVSome days, silence was a gift. But this morning? It was pure gold.For one, no one had barged into my office with an emergency. No urgent emails. No passive-aggressive texts from Caleb. And Jax hadn’t so much as looked at me since the Camilla incident. I wasn’t sure if I should be grateful or concerned.I leaned back in my chair, stretching slightly as I typed out one final sentence on a proposal I’d been working on. The office was still humming quietly, and for a few blessed minutes, I felt like maybe—just maybe—I could breathe.Then the door opened. No knock. No warning. Just perfume. The kind that wrapped around your throat like a silk noose. Musky. Sweet. Way too expensive.I looked up—and everything in me went still. Camilia Devereaux.She stepped in like she owned the place, her heels clicking against the floor like gunshots. She had a coffee in one hand and a smirk on her face.“Hi,” I said, slowly straightening. “Can I help you?”She tilted her head, letting out a