Seduced by my Bosses のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Victoria’s POVI should’ve known from the moment I stepped into Blackwell Industries that James Blackwell was going to be a problem.Not the kind that makes you dread Mondays or drown in spreadsheets. No. James was the kind of problem that made you wet between your thighs during a board meeting and question your sanity after every locked-door conversation.He was ruthless, brilliant, and sinfully gorgeous. Sharp suits. Sharp jaw. Eyes like obsidian fire that stripped you down with a glance. And I, Victoria Hart, was his brand-new executive assistant—straight out of grad school, hungry to prove myself, and already fantasizing about what those hands could do when they weren’t flipping through reports.The first week was hell. Not because he was mean. But because he watched me.I’d feel it every time I passed his glass office—the heat of his gaze clinging to my hips, the curve of my breasts beneath my blouse. His attention was precise, deliberate, and unapologetically inappropriate.And

I shouldn’t be staring at my boss’s mouth.But there it was—firm, tense, and unsmiling as usual. And when he looked up from his laptop and caught me watching, my heart lurched like I’d been caught stealing.“Elena,” he said, voice smooth like aged scotch, “is there something on my face?”I scrambled to regain composure, clutching the folder tighter. “No, sir. Just… waiting to deliver these reports.”He leaned back in his chair, a slow, assessing look in his eyes. “Then deliver them.”I stepped forward, heels silent against the marble floor, trying to ignore the heat crawling up my neck. Blackwell Enterprises’ CEO, Dominic Blackwell, was the kind of man who didn’t need to raise his voice to command a room. He exuded danger in the most elegant way—sharp suits, sharper eyes, and a mind that left no room for mistakes.Especially not from his executive assistant.“Is that the quarterly breakdown?” he asked, reaching for the folder.“Yes. I double-checked the figures. Everything’s aligned w

I didn’t sleep.Not after what happened at the pool. Not after seeing the look in Julian’s eyes—dark and unreadable, like he’d known it would end this way. Like he’d been waiting for me to fall.And fall, I had.For both of them.I should have left the villa that morning. Called for a car. Packed my bag. But I didn’t. I stayed. And by nightfall, I knew exactly why.The invitation came as a single text from Dominic:“Penthouse. 10 PM. No lingerie.”I stared at the screen, breath caught between panic and arousal.No lingerie.He didn’t want barriers. Not fabric. Not rules.Neither did I.⸻The penthouse was quiet. Dimly lit with warm golden lamps, the space smelled like leather, cedarwood, and something deeper—masculine. Dominant. Dangerous.I stepped in barefoot, wrapped in nothing but a silk robe, heart pounding. The door clicked shut behind me, and then I saw them.Both of them.Dominic, seated in the armchair by the fire, legs spread, dark shirt unbuttoned at the throat, eyes searin

I didn’t sleep that night.How could I?Not after what happened in Lucian’s office.Not after the taste of his kiss or the feel of Zane’s hands gripping my hips like I was already theirs.I stared at my bedroom ceiling until dawn painted the walls in soft gray. My body ached—not from pain, but from something worse. A hunger. A gnawing, pulsing ache between my thighs that no amount of tossing in my sheets could satisfy.When I finally got dressed, my fingers trembled over the buttons of my blouse. I chose the plainest outfit I owned—high collar, long sleeves, nothing tight. I wanted to disappear.But when I walked into Wolfe International that morning, I knew it was useless.Their eyes still found me.Jaxon was leaning against my desk the moment I arrived, arms crossed, a grin playing on his lips like he knew exactly what kind of thoughts had kept me up all night.“Morning, sweetheart,” he said. “Sleep well?”I brushed past him, unlocking my office door. “Fine. You?”“Dreamed about you

The building was glass and steel—sleek, modern, intimidating. I adjusted the hem of my skirt for the fifth time, knowing it was maybe an inch too short, but also knowing I needed every edge I could get. I was just a girl with a good GPA, no family name, no connections, and a dream of making it in this ruthless city.The receptionist barely glanced at me before motioning to the elevator. “Thirty-second floor. Mr. Hale will see you.”Mr. Dominic Hale. Founder of the elite Hale & Lex Law Group. A man so powerful even his whispers could bankrupt empires. I’d Googled him the night before. His pictures didn’t prepare me.The elevator doors opened into a private hallway carpeted in thick gray. Every step I took seemed to echo in the quiet. The door to his office was already ajar, and I stood there for a moment, adjusting my blouse before knocking.“Come in.”His voice was deep. Not just deep—dominant, laced with quiet command. I pushed the door open and saw him.Dominic Hale.Tailored charco