All Chapters of Seduced by my Bosses: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I should’ve known better than to take this job.Not because the pay was bad—it wasn’t. And not because the work was hard—I could handle that.But because from the moment I met Dominic Hale, I forgot how to breathe.And that’s dangerous. Especially when the man who leaves you breathless is your boss. And married.The glass walls of Hale Industries reflected the sunset, turning the building into a tower of gold. I walked through the lobby with hurried steps, heels clicking on marble, heart pounding like I’d swallowed it whole. My hands clenched the folder he needed—urgent documents he requested I bring up myself.“Top floor,” the receptionist said, eyeing me with a mix of curiosity and pity. “He’s working late again.”That made two of us.The elevator ride was quiet except for the hum of nerves in my chest. I’d only been his assistant for three weeks, but every day felt like a slow seduction I never agreed to join.He never touched me. Never flirted outright.But the way his eyes linger

I tried to act normal the next morning. Pretend nothing happened. That I hadn’t moaned Dominic’s name into the pillow while his fingers bruised my hips, or fallen asleep curled into his chest, legs tangled and skin still damp with sweat. I tried. But I failed miserably. I couldn’t stop thinking about his mouth, his voice, the way he looked at me like I was a drug he couldn’t quit.And the worst part? I didn’t want him to quit.The office was colder than usual. Not in temperature, but in atmosphere. He walked in late, phone pressed to his ear, face hard and unreadable. The moment he stepped into the room, something in me straightened. Like I was tuned to his frequency and only his.He didn’t look at me. Not even a glance.I spent the day filing reports and trying not to look at the ring on his finger. But when I went to the break room just before closing, he was already there, standing by the coffee machine like it hadn’t been the place where he once pinned me to the counter with a loo

Isabella’s POVThe car ride to Damien’s penthouse felt like the longest of my life.I sat in the back seat of the sleek black sedan he sent, my hands trembling in my lap. The contract I signed yesterday still felt unreal, like a dream I should have woken from with a racing heart and a guilty ache between my thighs.But the car was real.The text from his private number was real.“Be ready. 8PM sharp. No panties.” —Sir.And so here I was. Obeying. Wet before I even left my apartment.The elevator opened directly into his penthouse. I stepped out slowly, heels clicking against black marble. Everything gleamed—glass, steel, low lighting designed to seduce. And then I saw him.Damien stood near the window, back turned, glass of scotch in his hand. He wore a black button-up shirt, sleeves rolled, collar open to reveal the hint of a strong throat. His dominance filled the room before he even spoke.“Take off your shoes,” he said, without looking at me.I obeyed instantly.“Come here.”My le

Isabella’s POVI broke a rule.I knew it the moment I hit “send” on the message declining Damien’s instructions to come to his penthouse that evening.It wasn’t just rebellion—it was fear. Of how much I was starting to crave him. Of how easily I obeyed. Of how much I liked surrendering.I needed to breathe. To feel in control again. Even if it meant pushing him away.And now, standing in front of his door again—summoned the next morning with just three chilling words:“You disobeyed me.”—I realized I had made a mistake.The door opened before I could knock.He stood there, shirt unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled, his face unreadable. Too calm. That was worse than anger.“Come in.”I stepped inside. The door closed behind me with a click that made my spine stiffen.He walked slowly around me. Once. Twice.“You ignored my command,” he said, his voice low and dangerous. “You didn’t use your safeword. You didn’t ask for a pause. You just disobeyed.”I swallowed. “I needed space.”

Elena Carter’s POVI wasn’t expecting the building to look so intimidating.Wolfe Industries was all glass, metal, and money. The kind of place where women wore heels worth more than my rent and men didn’t smile unless they were closing a million-dollar deal. I clutched my worn leather folder tighter and inhaled deeply before pushing through the revolving doors.The lobby was too cold. Too quiet. Too… male. I adjusted the hem of my navy skirt and reminded myself: This is just an interview. You’ve got this.“Miss Carter?” a receptionist with perfectly lined lips called.I stepped forward. “Yes?”“The CEO will see you now.”The CEO? My stomach flipped. I thought I’d be meeting with HR.I followed her to the private elevator, heart thudding. This job—Executive Assistant to the CEO—was my last shot. Rent was overdue, my mother’s hospital bills were mounting, and I’d already sold half my wardrobe to keep the lights on.The elevator stopped at the top floor. As the doors opened, I was hit w