All Chapters of Traded to my Husband's CEO Boss : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

YVONNE'S P.O.VMy heart skipped a dangerous beat. The question landed so brutally, that it slammed into my thoughts and scattered themMy lips parted, closed shut, and parted again. My palms turned clammy and I instinctively rubbed them over the length of my dressFor a second, I genuinely hoped that I had heard him wrong. There was no way Prince Emir would know that I was.... involved with Mr Voss. In fact, no one knew. We were careful, we always made sure we were careful So how did...oh my God, my heart was pounding so hard behind my chest I feared it would burst right out of me“Excuse me?” My voice was the scrape of a whisper, I was sure my fear was evident in my face Prince Emir didn't repeat himself immediately, He simply watched me with deeply observant eyes that I wanted to remove myself fromHe poured us both some tea with unnerving patience, he continued watching me as he brought his cup to his lips, studying my every reaction. From the hitch in my breath, to the way my f

YVONNE'S P.O.VMy heart stopped the pumping thing it was supposed to doActually...No.It kept beating, only now it was pounding so violently against my ribs that I feared Mr Voss would hear it before he saw me.”Who's there?” His deep voice echoed through the corridor.Every muscle in my body locked, freezing me over. I couldn't move or breathe or think I pressed myself harder against the marble pillar as if I could merge myself into it. Please...Please don't come this way. Please don't see meThe sharp click of his shoes echoed as Mr Voss walked towards me. One...two... three, Each sound sounded louder than the last.He was walking toward me. Oh God. Oh God. Mr Voss was going to catch me, and I won't be able to explain what I was doing here and why I'm hiding from him. Then since I can't tell him the truth, he would have to bring our... relationship to an endMy eyes stung and the first drop of tears slid out. God, it hurt. Just the thought of upsetting Mr Voss and ruining this se

YVONNE'S P.O.V“Is this good?” I asked, holding up the dress for Sasha to inspect, or rather approve over FaceTime.She squinted her eyes at the screen for a few seconds before pointing dramatically. “Yvonne Young, tell me that isn't the exact shade of Clayton Voss's eyes.”I glanced down at the dress in my hands, that particular feeling I've had all night intensified “Maybeee?”“Oh my God.” Sasha threw her head back, a kind laugh slipping out from her “You color matched your man's eyeballs, that's so cute Yvie”My heart jumped immediately at that. “He's not my man.” I found myself protesting immediately. Over the phone, I could see her adjusting on her bed while her pet cat rubbed his fur all over her cheeks. “Mmhmm. Then explain why you spent twenty minutes texting me, trying to decide which between the midnight blue and the ultramarine blue dress?” She gave me a look “I know what you were doing Yvie, even though you don't. You were deliberately looking for something with the same

YVONNE'S P.O.VDuring the elevator ride, I drew in several breaths, counted one to ten, and encouraged myself to forget about what I had just seen “Ready?” Mr Voss asked as the elevator stopped and the doors began sliding open with a soft chime. His hand was still in mine, holding me, anchoring me to his presence and safety “Yeah," I smiled genuinely. God knows I needed this dinner date to help calm my nerves, even for a few hours. The doors opened, and immediately, my jaw fell to my feet. “My God,” I didn't even know when the exclamation slipped out of my lips because we were standing on the rooftop of this five-star restaurant And it was empty, deliberately empty Soft jazz drifted lazily in the massive space while hundreds of tiny fairy lights were strung between white pillars and flowering vines. The Seattle skyline stretched into an endless horizon around us, glittering beneath the night sky. Candles flickered atop every single table, yet only the one in the center had been

YVONNE The first bite nearly made me forget how to speak.The buttery lobster practically melted on my tongue, the saffron risotto was somehow richer than anything I have ever tasted, and the wine was like taking a sip of paradise. I closed my eyes in delight, an appreciative sigh slipping out of me before I could stop it “Oh...” I took another bite of my food, and rich flavours, unlike any before, exploded on my taste buds. I've always been one to appreciate a good meal, but forgive me when I say I didn't know food could get this good. This was like food premium or something “Mmm.” My eyes fluttered shut again as I swallowed it all down. I reached for the stem of my wine glass when my eyes caught Mr Voss's over the small table between us. His hands were frozen on his knife and fork, and his eyes were solely fixed on me, as if he had been watching me for a while I gulped instinctively, red patches coating my upper cheek. “What?” I mouthed out the question, feeling my blush deepe