All Chapters of My Boss Will Stop At Nothing To Have Me : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Nathaniel's POV.Our lips connected for the most passionate kiss I have ever felt. her kisses are always so strong and powerful. They always made me feel special and alive. her tongue glided into my mouth and I wasted no time sucking on it. She moaned and I felt her want growing with the way she sounded. I know she could feel mine too through my pants.My hands were all over her, caressing her neck, her back, and running through her hair. I flipped us over and took control of her mouth, making sure to kiss her thoroughly. She started grinding against me and I returned the pressure, moving my hips against her as I went to pleasure her neck. We've barely done anything and I'm already feeling more pleasure and passion than I've ever felt.Lillian was definitely special and she was definitely mine.I sat up, pulling her to sit up too and straddled her thighs. She looked at me with smoldering passion filled eyes and swollen lips. Swollen from my kisses. Her lips are so enticing, and just l

Nathaniel’s POVAfter Luca left, his words lingered like a stubborn fog I couldn’t clear from my mind."Just don’t let your guard down too much..."Coming from anyone else, I would have brushed it off without a second thought. But not from Luca. He didn’t do sentimental. He didn’t do warnings. And he never treaded lightly around me, unless something had truly shaken him.I spent the next few minutes in silence, the office suddenly too still, too quiet. I sat back in my chair, fingers steepled against my lips, thinking about Lillian.The way she laughed a little too quickly when I teased her.The subtle distance in her eyes when I brought up anything remotely serious.The way she hadn’t asked about my day in over two days, not out of rudeness, but because she seemed too preoccupied with something else.I had chalked it up to stress. The club had gone through chaos, she had been the center of a war between Isabelle and me, and rebuilding her friendship with Diana had taken a lot from he

Nathaniel's POVIt’s amazing how quickly a man can become a machine.I had been in the office since before the sun rose, buried in spreadsheets and investor decks, drowning in meetings I didn’t need to attend but insisted on leading anyway. If I wasn’t exhausted, I wasn’t working hard enough. That was the logic I clung to now. Logic. Clean. Cold. No room for betrayal in logic.I stared at my monitor without really seeing it. My secretary’s voice filtered through the speaker system, reminding me about a lunch meeting at one. I clicked the intercom.“Cancel it.”A beat. “But, sir…”“I said cancel it.” My voice came out sharper than I intended. Still, I didn’t apologize.Outside my glass office, I saw her flinch. Damn. Another person I had snapped at today. That made three before noon.My team walked on eggshells around me now, like I was a grenade someone had forgotten to defuse. And they were right. I was volatile, unpredictable. I wasn’t proud of it, but I wasn’t sorry either. Not yet

Lillian's POVI didn’t reply immediately.For hours, I stared at the email from Adrian Black’s secretary like it might vanish or sprout horns. I read it over and over, weighing the risks against the rising thrill in my chest.Dinner. A private meeting. With a man like him.It wasn’t every day someone like Adrian Black requested a one-on-one meeting outside the glass towers and corporate shenanigans. It screamed power move, but also something else… something that felt like a test.And for once, I was willing to take one.I clicked Reply, kept my message crisp and professional, and hit send before I could change my mind.***“I knew it!” Diana spun around with a grin so smug I nearly threw my hairbrush at her. “You’re glowing, which only happens when you’re excited or when you’re lying to yourself. Spill.”I didn’t look up. “It’s nothing. Just a job interview.”“Job interview with who?” She plopped onto the edge of my bed, one heel dangling off, the other tapping the floor impatiently.

Nathaniel's POVLuca was lucky I hadn't knocked his damn teeth in yet.Dragging me out like I was some pitiful, lovesick loser who couldn’t go an evening without glaring at spreadsheets and barking at junior analysts. He had practically pulled me by the collar from my office, claiming he "couldn't watch me self-destruct through a keyboard." His words, not mine.And now we were seated in some overpriced restaurant he claimed had “killer steak and better whiskey,” with me sulking into my third glass of bourbon while he grinned like he had won something.“Come on, man,” he nudged me with his elbow. “You can’t stay holed up forever. You’ve been biting everyone’s head off for weeks.”“Maybe everyone should learn to do their jobs right,” I muttered.He sighed, that long, suffering sigh he had perfected over the years. “You snapped at your new assistant before she said good morning.”“She blinked too loudly.”Luca laughed, but I didn't. “How does one blink loudly? Nathaniel…” he held his bel