Bred By My Billionaire Boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

Camilla"Elvis, it's time for the Global Business Summit," I announced, trying to keep my voice soft and steady, but with the right pitch to communicate urgency. We were running late. I treaded carefully into Elvis’ office. His face was gloomy, and he most certainly exuded that aura of gloominess throughout the office; his entire office was depressing.Elvis was going through it.He was a shell of his former self. His eyes were now dull and lifeless. Dark circles hung beneath them. His chiseled jawline was softened by a beard that seemed to have grown unchecked. The lines around his eyes dug even deeper. His office wasn't left out – the curtains remained drawn, casting the room with darkness. The only sound was the faint click of the keyboard.I approached the window, my heart aching for Elvis. I reached for the curtain cord, itching to bring some light into his office and his world. As I began to draw them open, Elvis groaned, his voice a little above a whisper."Camilla, please le

CamillaI had to meet Elvis.The next day, I arrived at the office, shoulders squared, coffee in hand.Yes, Elvis had been a complete mess the other day and had refused to pick any of my calls. Alright, Alright.I might have been a bit overbearing, but hey, I was his personal assistant and I wanted to assist him, help him through his grief. It couldn't have been easy, losing the one thing you built your entire life around in a haze. So, I understood if Elvis wanted to keep his distance. But, as his personal assistant, it was my duty to not keep a distance. As I stepped into the office, I was greeted by a rush of silence. It was quiet, strangely quiet. Usually, the office bustled with activity, but today it was as still as a tomb.I cautiously made my way to Elvis's office, my heart pounding in my chest, palms sweaty. I drew in a drew breath, exhaled, delivering a knock on the door, but there was no answer. I hesitated for a moment, then slowly pushed the door open.The office was em

CamillaI did not just read that.No! No! No! No!I couldn’t believe I just dropped my phone on the ground! And of all the days, it had to be today, my first day of work! I quickly bent down to pick it up, my heart slamming against my ribs like a jackhammer. As I unlocked the screen, my eyes widened again in horror, re-reading the text. The text from Stephano Maddens, my new boss.I went blank. Why was he texting me? What did he want from me? I tried to find some context, some reason to believe it was just a kind gesture. But deep down, I knew it wasn't. This was Stephano Maddens we were talking about. The man who made my high school years a living hell. The guy who took pleasure in my misery."No, no, no, no, no!" I muttered to myself, pacing around my room. "This can't be happening. Not today, not ever." I felt like I was going to throw up. My stomach was tightening with anxiety, my fingers shaky.I thought about not going to work at all. Just staying in bed, hiding under the covers

StephanoAgain, I had her right where I wanted her.As I gazed at Camilla, a sly smile spread across my face, but it faltered as I took in the sight of her. She was different now, and so was I. The memories of our high school days came flooding back, but I was quickly snapped back to reality by the sight of her fit and toned body. She was no longer the fat pulp I once knew.Those curves were distracting, to say the least. They seemed to call to me, drawing my eyes in with an otherworldly pull. I found myself taken by the way her hips swelled. My eyes roamed over her face, staying on the curves of her lips, so plump and inviting, perfect for kissing. I took a step back, my eyes never leaving hers, and smiled again. "I'm glad you're scared," I said, taking another step back. "I'm glad you're afraid of me."Her eyes flashed with anger, and for a moment, I thought she might try to run. But then she seemed to think better of it, and her shoulders slumped in defeat."Good," I said. "You sh

StephanoShe gasped into my mouth, her body pressing closer as her hand trailed down my chest, fingers grazing my abs before finding their way lower, teasingly caressing my length through my pants. I groaned softly as her hand teased through the fabric, her touch sending a shudder through my body. Then, I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket, vibrating against my thigh. I hesitated, ignoring it at first, but it buzzed again, more persistently this time.I pulled back, my lips slowly peeling away from Isabella’s, leaving her with a soft moan escaping her mouth. Her hands were still on me, one pressed against my chest, the other tangled in my hair like she couldn’t let go. My hand, still resting on her waist, slid down slightly, my fingertips trailing down her back and found her soft buttocks, cupping it. She giggled. I offered a sudden arresting smile. I was pretty sure she found it impossible not to return. She liked it. Of course, she did. I glanced at the screen, and there it was,