Semua Bab Seduced by my Bosses: Bab 81 - Bab 90

The office was silent, hushed under the weight of a long day. Lights dimmed, keyboards quiet, the hum of the central air the only sign the building still lived. Leah Monroe stood hunched in the break room, her white blouse stained just below the breast. The thin, lacy bra she wore had long since given up trying to hold the growing pressure of her milk. She hadn’t had time to pump—again. She thought she could manage one more hour, finish that stupid report, and get home before her body betrayed her.She was wrong.Her breasts were hot, swollen, aching. Her nipples throbbed with fullness, sensitivity bordering on pain, and now the evidence was there—seeping through her shirt, damp and sticky against her skin. She clutched one arm over her chest, panic flaring in her throat as she dropped the small pumping bottle she’d fumbled from her bag. It bounced once, then rolled into the shadows beneath the counter.“Shit,” she hissed under her breath, voice tight with frustration and shame.Her h

The elevator ride to the top floor felt too slow. Lila’s heels clicked nervously on the polished marble. Her fingers clutched the leather folder in her arms like it was armor. Her resume was perfect. Her GPA flawless. Her recommendations glowing. But nothing prepared her for him. Julian Cross. CEO of Cross & Vale. Billionaire. Forty-two. Built an empire from dust and ruthlessness. Every article called him a genius. Every whispered office rumor called him cold. Calculating. Intimidating. Impossible to work under. And now she was about to interview with him. The elevator opened with a soft ding. The reception area looked more like an art museum—glass walls, abstract sculptures, silence that swallowed every footstep. The receptionist didn’t even glance up. “You can go in.” Lila blinked. “I… wait. Just like that?” “He’s expecting you.” She adjusted her blouse, took a shaky breath, and walked toward the massive double doors. Her fingers trembled as she pushed them open. He was stan

Lila didn’t remember the ride to his penthouse. One moment, she was gathering her things at her desk, heart still thudding from the way he’d whispered good girl in her ear after their training. The next, she was in the back seat of his private car, leather warm beneath her thighs, her collar snug beneath her blouse. He hadn’t touched her. Not once. He didn’t have to. Her whole body felt like it was caught in his gravity. One command away from collapse. The city lights blurred past. Her reflection in the tinted glass showed a girl who didn’t look like the one who had nervously printed out her resume weeks ago. Her eyes were darker now. Her lips parted slightly, swollen from biting back moans. There was a glow to her skin, a rawness to her that had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with surrender. When they arrived, the elevator required a fingerprint. Of course it did. He stood behind her. Silent. Large. And when the doors closed, he didn’t speak. Just reached forward

The clock on her phone glowed past midnight, but Jade was still wide awake. The silence of her apartment felt thick, humming with something she didn’t want to name. She rolled over on her bed, tangled in thin sheets, her legs pressed together, restless. The image of her boss had been burned into her mind since the day she started working at the firm.No one carried power the way he did. Nathan Carter, sharp suit, cold eyes, and a voice that could slice through steel. Everyone in the office feared him. She was no exception. But fear had slowly grown into something filthier. Something that crawled into her head at night and whispered dangerous things.Her phone buzzed as her friend Maya texted. Still awake?Jade grinned, fingers dancing over the screen. Unfortunately. Can’t sleep. Thinking about him again.Maya responded with laughing emojis and a short spill it.Jade hesitated for a heartbeat. It started as a joke between them. Jade would describe the things she imagined Nathan doing t

The building was quieter after dark. The usual noise of printers, phones, and heels on marble floors had faded into stillness. Only a few scattered lights glowed softly, leaving long shadows down the hallway. Jade’s heartbeat seemed to echo against the silence as she stared at the clock on her desk.It was almost ten. Everyone had gone home hours ago. Except her.And him.Nathan’s office light was still on. She could see the faint golden strip under his door. He hadn’t said anything to her after the elevator incident that morning. No texts. No whispers. No looks. He had spent the day as if nothing had happened, giving out orders, reviewing reports, walking past her without a single pause.But she had felt him. She had felt the weight of his gaze on her skin even when he wasn’t looking. Her body had been wound up tight all day, ready to snap.She gathered the last of her files, telling herself she’d drop them off and go home. Her legs carried her to his office like they already knew wh