Semua Bab Traded to my Husband's CEO Boss : Bab 1 - Bab 10

CLAYTON'S P.O.V. She didn't recognize me. And I didn't know if I should be relieved or upset about it. It had been years, so long have I ached to have her in my arms again, but alas, I was nothing more than a stranger to her. We've both changed; the years and life had taken a toll on us, but one thing was certain: my feelings for her never did. Seeing Yvonne so broken, crying in the fúcking cold, made me want to strangle the bastard she, unfortunately, tethered herself to. A long breath heaved out from me as I dragged a hand over my face. If only I had stayed... I knew without a doubt that Edgar was the one who caused her pain last night. I could still feel Yvonne's hot tears soaking my shirt, her body shaking in mine as I held her. Pain, guilt, and plenty of other ugly feelings slithered across my spine and stabbed me right in that beating organ. It was too late to hold her, I should have done so sooner. I never should have left. “Fuck” I muttered, sinking further into the

CLAYTON'S P.O.VIn my thirty-two years on earth, I have never felt the primal need to kill someone.And I'm not talking about just a bullet to his head, the urge that gripped me this morning was so dark, so devilish, it whispered evil things into my ear, like how good it would feel if I ran Edgar over with my car, crushing his lazy bones.He was the cloud dimming my star—Yvonne, the darkness that shadowed her light.The folder in my hand felt heavier with each passing second. Edgar was in prison custody, Yvonne was with me in his building, probably confused as to why I had Edgar arrested.I opened the file again, my jaw clenched in anger each time I read it. An anger that was fueling my need to make Edgar pay.After I met with Thane some days ago, I began looking into Edgar Baxter, at first his reports were clean; too clean, it became suspicious, and as someone who used to be a tech geek, all it took was one search on the dark web for all his hideous secrets to come to light.Secrets

CLAYTON'S P. O. VAs a young boy, I loved her, sweetly, purely. My feelings were soft, my affections had been innocent then.I still love her. I do.But fúck, now it's deeper, darker. Nothing innocent here, not with the way I can't take my eyes off her mesmerizing face, deep russet eyes that turn onyx in the lowlight. Midnight hair, long and silky.I had touched it once, she let me, but that was years ago, now, I want both to observe the silky strands with awe before fisting my hands around them to pull.Yvonne is no longer the sweet little girl with ponytails in pink ribbons, she's a woman. A full-grown, breathtaking woman If I thought I had been enthralled as a boy, as a man, my soul is all hers.Heat curled low in my spine. A throb, slow and deep.“Estimated eight hours till we reach our destination. Tuscany, Italy. The weather is bright, the skies are clear and..”The captain's voice boomed through the cabin speakers, I drowned out his words, focusing on Yvonne as her fingers f

YVONNE'S P. O. V I was lying face down, my alarm buzzed, and with a groan, I reached the bedside stand to turn it off.A few seconds passed “Get up, Yvonne,” I murmured into the soft pillows, but made no attempt to move. I couldn't, not while I was still wallowing in shame from last night.“Really? We should go to bed? That was what I could come up with?”I hit my hands and legs repeatedly on the bed, how had I made such a fool of myself in front of the CEO? At first, it was crying in his arms, now this, what must Mr Voss be thinking of me? “He's probably reconsidering his decision to make me his Executive officer,” I mumbled. Most times, I spoke to myself. A lot. In the shower, while I'm thinking or going grocery running, sitting in front of the mirror. Edgar had told me that I needed to visit an asylum, but I shrugged it off.It was a coping mechanism for growing up alone and somewhat unloved, not a mental problem that needed fixing Slowly, I sat up. Sunglight spilled into my

CLAYTON'S P.O.V“I'll be waiting for you at the gazebo,” I said and softly clicked the door shut I stood outside her room for another minute or two, listening to the soft rustling as she likely scrambled to pull herself together. It made my chest tighten. AgainThe way she cried and kept apologizing, I was ready to pull the door down if she hadn't opened it.It wasn't just embarrassment—even though she had no reason to be.Her tears were born from years of breaking; it was the kind that came from someone who was chastised too much, who had been made to believe that they were small and insignificant.I recognized that kind of broken. I had lived like that before...before she came into my life and filled it with rays of sunshine.Now years have passed, and our places are reversed. I fisted my hands by my side, my jaw tightening as I difWhat the hell had they done to her?The Yvonne I knew was bold, and cheerful, with the brightest of smiles that can chase away the darkest clouds.Thi