บททั้งหมดของ Traded to my Husband's CEO Boss : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

YVONNE'S P.O.V Her words were like gunshots fired right through my chest. I pulled away from Mr Voss's hold on me so fast that he didn't have time to hold me closer to himself. The brown eyed lady smiled at me, as if she could see right through all the horrible things I was about to do. As if she could tell that I almost kissed my boss in public. My hands turned sweaty, but I forced a smile. “Umm...Hi”. Thankfully, my greeting came out steady unlike the way I was shaking on the inside. A solid warmth came up behind me—looming and protective. I didn't dare breathe. The lady clicked her tongue and crossed her hands akimbo on her hips “I know you. I know the Baxter family very well." She crooned, something wicked shining in her eyes. The air in my lungs turned to stone and my legs began shaking in my heels. I should have known. I should have known tonight wouldn’t end well for me. Nothing ever does “Didn’t expect to see you here.” She continued. “And where is that husband of yours

YVONNE'S P.O.V It was a busy Monday Or maybe I just made it busy, after all, what better way was there to drown out the thoughts from last night than burying myself in work? If I stayed occupied long enough, I would forget about everything that happened in Mr Voss's car. But no matter how much I tried, and I tried really hard, I just couldn't erase the memories. Every single second, my mind went back to last night. Back to the moment I had done something wild and kissed him My freaking boss. The CEO of SilverThorn Luxury Group. I could still feel the heat of his hands gripping my hips, how we felt so perfect together. The way he kissed me with passion and brutality, like he'd been starving for years, the way his length was hard underneath me. My thighs clenched under my desk as my core heated. I have never felt anything like that before. None of my sexual experiences could compare to last night. And we didn't even go that far. What if we had? Heat flooded my belly. I d

CLAYTON'S P.O.VFor the first time since I could remember, Aunt Stephanie's presence didn't register in my mind as she yapped on and on.I couldn't concentrate on what she was saying, not when my mind was still playing my conversation yesterday with Yvonne in a loop.The first rays of morning sunlight brightened my entire office, making the coral blue and white look sharper. Light spilled in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a fine gold hue on the glass.I kept my office spacious and the furniture minimal, with two shelves and a large desk that was a slab of white marble. I had two doors to my office. The First was connected directly to my private elevator that only my business partners, board members, and family members could access That was my preferred entrance and exit, since using it meant I got to avoid all the gushing and whispering employees; the other door was an adjoining one to Yvonne's office.I glanced at it.Right outside that door was Yvonne's workstation,

YVONNE'S P.O.V“Just this one time” I didn't even recognize the sound of my own voice. I didn't register the absurdity of what I was saying, and I surely didn't let myself think of what we were about to do.A shadow flashed across his handsome face and Mr Voss gave me a shallow nod.Tentatively, I moved forward and lifted my hips, pushing back so I was seated on his desk. My heart skipped a beat when Mr Voss put both hands on my knees. My skirt rode up and my blouse was hot against my peaked nipples.This was wrong. This...we should be...But I couldn't stop. I didn't want to stop.For one time in my life, for the first time in my life, I was choosing my pleasure and happiness. I was about to experience something no man had ever given me. I was about to know what pure ecstasy felt like.And why should I be guilty? Edgar had said he wanted a divorce, that his lawyer would soon send me the papers, and it's not like he was faithful to me in our marriage, so why should I have mixed feeli

YVONNE'S P.O.VI couldn't call him, so I sent an email instead. And then I waited. An hour, two, and no reply came from Mr Voss. I didn't recheck my phone as I dressed up, tied my hair back, and flagged a taxi to my lawyer's.The whole ride there, I zoned in and out of my mind. The city blurred past the window quickly, but I wasn’t seeing any of it. I didn't dare contact Edgar after that message last night, no. I didn't wait for him to change his mind or give me an explanation.I did what I had to do.The Baxters' family had their own personal lawyers who handled all their cases. I sat in his office, staring at the same document Edgar had mailed me last night.My voice was hoarse and my eyes were surprisingly clear. “So this is it?” My eyes were on the papers as I spoke, on the pace where I had hastily scribbled my signature. “Edgar and I really are over”The lawyer adjusted his glasses, slid a hand across the oak desk, and picked up the divorce papers. I watched as he flipped throug