All Chapters of Let Me Go, Boss!: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Vanessa’s POVBali was everything I hoped it would be and more.A gentle breeze teased my curls, and the scent of frangipani mixed with expensive sunscreen made it feel like I was in a travel commercial. Heaven. The kind you had to earn, or manipulate your way into.I lay back on the lounger, a mojito in hand, oversized sunglasses covering half my face. My bikini was designer, a limited edition. The kind Riley would call “excessive” but never dare try on.Well, guess what, twin sis? Excessive fits me like a second skin.My phone buzzed. A bank alert. Another transfer had cleared. I didn’t even flinch. I was getting used to the zeros. It was wild how quickly your morals could relax when your bank account finally learned how to breathe.Across from me, Rita sat upright with a straw poking out of her coconut water. She was doing that thing again where her lips pursed and her eyebrows pinched together like she was trying not to judge me but doing a really shitty job at hiding it.“You’ve

Riley’s PovMy phone rang again. It was the same number that has been calling me for the last three days. Once again, I felt the gut-clenching chill crawling up my spine.I let it ring fully this time, then I tossed the phone on the couch and stood up.The phone buzzed again and I bent to pick it up. Jax Maddox: Come to the penthouse. Now. It’s for the gala, fully work related.I stared at the message for a beat, heat flaring in my chest. No “please.” No explanation. Just a command like always.God, I hated how my feet still moved. Fifteen minutes later, I was standing in front of his penthouse, my heart thudding against my ribs. I opened the door and stepped inside. Everywhere was so quiet. Too quiet.“Jax?” I called, stepping into the warm-lit living room. No answer. Just the soft hum of jazz music coming from somewhere in the walls.I took a few steps in, tugging at the sleeves of my hoodie. My eyes flicked around the space. It looked a bit different from the last time I was her

Jaxs povI hadn’t slept.Each time I closed my eyes, all I could see was her. Pressed against me, her lips parted. Her eyes locked with mine like they finally saw me—not the headlines, not the reputation. Just me. God…I could still hear that moan. The way my name had rolled off her tongueBut now she was in my office like nothing ever happened.“Here are the reports from the foundation team,” Riley said, placing a file on my desk like she hadn’t spent the night before kissing me like she couldn’t breathe without it. “I’ve highlighted the new figures.”She didn’t look at me. Not even once.I stared at her, leaned back in my chair, my jaw tense. “You’re early today.”She shrugged, her face as straight as ever. “You pay me to be efficient.”Efficient? That’s what we were calling stolen kisses now?I sat forward, my fingers drumming against the desk. “So we’re doing this?”“Doing what?” She asked. “Acting like last night didn’t happen.” I said sharply. She finally met my eyes, but just

Riley’s POVThe car door hadn’t even closed before I felt that tingling all over again. Tonight wasn’t supposed to feel like this.I stepped out of the car in heels I could barely walk in and a wine-red satin dress that clung to my curves like glue. The slit was high, almost indecent, and the neckline dipped low enough to make a nun curse at me. I’d wanted to look good, but I didn’t expect Jax’s eyes to snap to me the second I stepped onto the red carpet.He was already there, waiting like a god carved out of secrets and sin. Black suit, white shirt, undone tie.God.He stared at me, unashamedly, his eyes didn’t waver even by a blink. He just drank me in like he was starving and I was his dessert. And despite everything, despite the lie we were living and the contract burning a hole in my bag, my body reacted like it still remembered his touch.Which it did.I walked up to him, keeping my expression calm even as my heart rioted in my chest. “I thought we agreed no more excessive look

Riley’s PovMy legs were tangled in sheets that smelled faintly like Jax—clean, sharp and maddening. Everything about Jax lingered too long. His scent. His voice. The way he kissed like he wanted to ruin me.I sat up, rubbing my eyes. The shirt I wore had slipped off one shoulder. It was one of Jax’s black oversized, and absolutely intentional for the photo ops. I had no pants on. Just long legs and PR-approved seduction. I could practically hear Caleb’s voice ringing in my head: We need domestic shots. Cozy. Intimate. But tasteful.Cozy, my ass.I walked into the hallway barefoot, pulling the shirt down as I went. I didn’t even bother fixing my hair. Let the cameras catch me “naturally glowing” from a fake night of fake passion. The scent of coffee hit me before I turned the corner.And then I saw him.Jax was standing in the kitchen in nothing but gray sweatpants, flipping pancakes like some kind of reformed bad boy on a cooking show. His back was broad, his abs perfectly carved. Hi