Lahat ng Kabanata ng Traded to my Husband's CEO Boss : Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

YVONNE'S P.O.V“He knows”I rushed out in a quick breath, the words tumbling over themselves before I could stop them. My eyes were wide with panic. ”Clayton, he definitely knows. Did you see the way he looked at us? That wasn't the look of someone buying your inspection story. It's either he figured it out, or he has a hint there's something between us”Clayton merely looked at me like I was amusing and cute at the same timeI pressed a hand against my forehead, letting out a groan. “Oh, God. He's going to spend the rest of the day putting pieces together, then he's going to think back to all the other times when you want all Tarzan all over me. By tomorrow, he'll know for sure. Then what? What if he tells someone? What if the entire company starts talking?" The more I spoke, the more my imagination spiraled, each possibility sounding worse than the last, my heart was pounding, and my mind was turning Clayton was infuriatingly calm. He rested one arm along the steering wheel and w

YVONNE’S P.O.V“Sweet mother,” Clayton rasped heavily above me, his nostrils flaring the second my dress hiked higher and exposed the crotchless thong I was wearing. It was part of the lingerie set I hadn’t wanted to bring with me, and for some reason, I chose to wear it today.My cheeks burned hot with slight mortification. Would he think it was too much? This one was the least scandalous of the three I had packed, but the way Clayton was staring at me now, with his jaw somewhat slack and his deep blue eyes flared so wide they were almost black, it made me feel more exposed than if I had been completely naked.His thick fingers slid over the open crotch of the thong, gliding through my already drenched folds. The wet, filthy sounds of his fingers stroking my soaked slit filled the quiet of the cart, and a full-body shudder ripped through me. “Mmmm" The moan left me on impulse; it was just that Clayton's fingers on my most sensitive parts did things to me, things that words alone woul

YVONNE'S P.O.VBy the time we reached the main resort, the bright afternoon had started slipping into early evening, though the sun was still high enough to paint the ocean in streaks of gold and coral The resort looked almost exactly as we had left it, calm, peaceful against the chaos still spinning inside my head. Silver Thorn employees moved between the buildings, some carrying drinks, others talking in small groups beneath the shade of the palms, all completely unaware that the CEO and his assistant had just returned from disappearing for more than an hour.A sigh of relief left my lungs as Clayton stopped the cart at the executive entrance; that relief was followed by a little sting of embarrassment. I instinctively reached for my hair for what would be the twentieth time, attempting to tame the mess that the island breeze had only made worse.“Stop fussing, darling,” Clayton murmured beside me, his tone unbrotherly as always.I glanced at him, trying not to shake my head. “Easy

CLAYTON’S P.O.VI watched Yvonne disappear down the hallway until the last glimpse of her figure vanished around the corner, and even after she was gone, I remained exactly where I stood, my eyes fixed on the empty space she had left behind.Something inside me tightened; I knew that look on her face. I had seen it before, the slight crease between her brows, the way her shoulders pulled inward when she was trying to make sense of something she didn't understand, the quiet withdrawal that came immediately she sensed I was keeping something from her. She suspected something, maybe not the truth, but enough to know that Anthony's call had unsettled me, and the worst part was that she was right.There were things I hadn't told her, things I had deliberately kept away from her because I wanted the time we had on this island to belong to us. I didn't want boardrooms, family wars, inheritance clauses, greedy relatives, and the ghosts of my father's decisions touching her not yet.For the

CLAYTON'S P.O.VAnthony was silent for so long that I pulled the phone away from my ear and stared at the screen to make sure the call hadn't dropped. It hadn't.His breathing was still there, faint and measured, but I knew him well enough to recognize the sound of a man desperately rearranging every piece of information in his head. When he finally spoke, his voice had lost the disbelief from moments ago and been replaced by something much more cautious. “Money isn't the only thing your father's clause considers, Clayton.”“I know,” I answered. “Handle Stephanie for the time being and let me worry about my father's will”“I will,” he agreed, “But you are aware that simply transferring wealth to Yvonne doesn't magically rewrite her family history.”“It doesn't have to rewrite anything.” I walked toward the glass doors leading to the terrace again, Small dots of stars appearing in the night sky. “It only has to change her circumstances enough that she satisfies the conditions of the