บททั้งหมดของ Traded to my Husband's CEO Boss : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

YVONNE’S P O V“A healing spa?” I asked, cautiously.Mr Voss undid his seatbelt as the driver parked in front of the spa. I undid mine as well, not quite believing this was where he meant us to beWe both stepped out of the carMy brow pinched, the late morning sun warm on my skin. ”Is this where we're meant to be, sir?”My eyes darted to the wooden sign that read the place's name. Terme d’Argento – Home of Exclusive Holistic Retreat.Mr Voss came over to my side, I could feel his eyes on me, looking at me the same way he was doing at the gazebo.My throat dried up. The way he looked at me sometimes...I know I shouldn't feel this way; he probably doesn't even see me past a timid employee, but still, I couldn't help the way my toes curled or the way my breathing stalled whenever he glanced my way.That moment at the gazebo was the best and worst, because for one moment, I had thought the look in his eyes was admiration, or maybe even more—Desire?But during our drive here, I just reali

CLAYTON'S P. O. V I couldn't sleep. Not even a damm wink. My throat felt dry again. I lay in the dark, the soft night breeze rustling the trees outside. A sliver of moonlight crept in from the window, illuminating the otherwise dark room I turned again, willing my mind to rest, but it wouldn't listen. The sheets were tangled at my feet from how much I had tossed and turned, and I brought a hand over my face like it could shut out the images I've in my head since noon. But they kept coming. Each one more visceral than the last. When I closed my eyes, it felt like she was here with me, lying besides me, with her hair splayed over the pillow as I buried my finger in the inky strands, while she slept and murmured quietly after I would have loved and worshiped every inch of her beautiful body. I groaned and sat upright, then I stretched over to pick up my phone from the nightstand. It was a few minutes past midnight. When I close my eyes, I see her standing in front of that mirror, h

YVONNE’S P.O.VFor me, Happiness was a thing that didn't last.I knew, deep within me I knew that this moment in Tuscany would come to an end. That we would return to Seattle, Mr Voss would go to his world, and I'd go back to mine. Still, every day since we arrived, that fluttering in my chest for my Boss grew stronger and stronger.I felt it the first time I crashed into his body that night, when he held me and let me cry in his arms. And even though he was a stranger, I had never felt so safe with someone as I did then.Then, after stepping up for me when Edgar tried to humiliate me, that small spark of attraction blazed into something else. I tried to keep it under check, I tried not to let this forbidden feeling consume me, but every day I spend with Mr Voss, tucked here in the quiet and beauty of Italy, this feeling grows.It burns.And it shouldn't. My attraction to my Boss is despicable and shameful. I'm sure that if Mr Voss knew how much I daydreamed of him, he would keep his

YVONNE'S P.O.V There's something wrong with Edgar Okay, there's always, and I mean always something wrong with Edgar. During our five years of marriage, he's been paranoid, angry, tired, or something. It was always something with him, so much so that I was used to his mood swings, how he would change from hot to cold faster than a broken faucet. The way he could be happy watching a soccer match one minute and the next is throwing a fit if his pasta isn't spicy enough. That was life with Edgar, I was always on my toes, walking on eggshells, and I couldn't do anything about it because every time I tried, he would threaten to expose my father's secrets and ruin my family. There were days when I considered leaving regardless of his threats, but then I considered many things. Like how I already endured him for years, so what was the need to walk away? And even if I did, my reputation would be soiled So I stayed. But never did I imagine that he'd be the one to walk away. His d

YVONNE'S P.O.V He gave me no option. Not like Mr Voss commanded me to be his date for tonight, it's just that when he asks things like that, it's hard to say no. I'm pretty sure I'd jump into a well if he so much as requests it. So at nine p.m., I was standing in front of my mirror, applying makeup with shaking hands, preparing to be my boss’s date at his family event. My stomach tightened with that sensation I was trying hard to forget about. I could have told Mr Voss to take Lucinda or Daisy tonight, that I was a married woman and such shouldn't be going out with another man. But I didn’t. Because there’s a selfish part of me, buried deep, that still yearns for his affection. A part of me that wants to feel seen, wanted, cherished, even if it’s wrong. Especially because it’s wrong. Sinful and shameful, I know. But no matter how wrong I screamed this was, a certain giddiness I hadn't felt in ages flooded my stomach. “Breathe in and out Yvonne. He's just taking you be