All Chapters of In Lust with my Sexy Boss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Chapter Thirty OneJulian’s POVThe moment the hatch slammed shut over Aria’s head, a piece of me closed with it.I didn’t have the luxury of regret. Not now. Not with the front of the house exploding inward and The Initiative sweeping through like wolves with heat signatures.But god, her voice. muffled through steel, was the last thing I heard before the war outside rushed into the room.“Julian!”I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. If she heard me hesitate, she might turn back.And there wouldn’t be a second chance.I drew my sidearm and exhaled once, long, slow, until every last thought about her was buried beneath instinct. I was back in operator mode. Unit 6. Top-tier asset. Disavowed but still lethal.Two men entered the hallway, infrared goggles slicing the dark.They didn’t even get the chance to aim.Pop. Pop.I moved like smoke, sweeping behind the shattered wall as another surge of boots clattered up the stairs. Flashbang. already too late. I yanked my scarf down, letting the burst

Chapter Thirty Three Aria’s PovThe data drive hummed in my hand.It was heavier than it looked. Cold. Dense. Like it was hiding something alive inside. Something that had teeth.I hadn’t opened it yet.I’d stared at it for hours since Julian handed it to me. We’d barely spoken on the ride back. He looked haunted. Like he’d seen a ghost and buried it in the same moment.“Keep it close,” he’d said, voice gravelly. “And don’t trust anyone. Not even me.”Not even him.That line kept playing on repeat like a broken music box.Not. Even. Me.And still, I had it. Hidden inside a hollowed-out section of my favorite book, a beat-up edition of Wuthering Heights. Ironic, maybe. I always thought Heathcliff was mad. Now I wasn’t sure if Julian wasn’t too.Or if I was.Because the dreams had started again.Flashes of white rooms. Needles. Wires humming in the dark.And always, the same name whispered at the edge of my sleep..“Alpha…”I finally inserted the drive.It took four different decoys, a

Chapter Thirty Five Aria’s PovDarkness. Static. A voice that wasn’t mine:“Asset-Alpha Omega initialized.”I woke to orchards of numbers and words scrolling behind my eyelids. My chest felt like my own heart was a stranger.I tried to sit up, but my limbs moved wrong, like someone else’s muscles were on loan to my body. A spike of vertigo. A dull throb in the back of my skull.I pressed a trembling hand to my head. A scanner’s hum vibrated through the wall beneath me.“The system,” it whispered. Cold. Mechanical. Not mine.The last thing I remembered was Julian’s face, tight with panic. Then monitors rattling. Then…gone.I forced my eyes open.White panels. Changing lights. Cold geometric shadows.A figure informed me: “Initialization scan complete. Core personality imprint stable.” The voice was clipped, clinical. An Initiative tech.I blinked at a reflection in the metal wall. My eyes. My lips. But I didn’t recognize her.Asset-Alpha status: 100%. Emotional inhibitor: 60%. Subrout

Chapter Thirty SevenAria’s POVThe walls pulsed with the echo of alarms as we ran. My boots hit the floor like gunshots, my pulse thudding in rhythm. But it wasn’t the sound that haunted me, it was her face.Mine.Even now, in the dim corridors and flickering red lights, I could see her mouth forming those words through the glass:This isn’t over.Julian pulled me left into an unmarked stairwell. We didn’t speak, just climbed, breathless, shoulder to shoulder, like if we stopped we’d drown.On the third landing, he paused, turned to me, his chest rising and falling hard.“Are you okay?”I nodded. Lie.“You?”He didn’t answer. Just stared at me like he wasn’t sure who I was anymore. Hell, I wasn’t sure either.We moved again, one more flight, then out into the cold night through a utility exit that slammed behind us like a final sentence. The sky was bruised with smoke. Sirens wailed from somewhere downtown. The world kept spinning, indifferent.I bent over, hands on my knees, trying

Chapter Thirty NineJulian’s POVI didn’t look back.I couldn’t.If I did, I’d run straight to her.Instead, I sprinted down the hall, shoving through the sterile maze of labs and steel doors, the sirens howling above me like wolves in heat. Boots were pounding behind me, a squad of guards was already closing in.They weren’t supposed to be here. This place was flagged dormant.Wrong again.I ducked into a side corridor, vaulted a crate, and slid a pressure sensor across the floor. When the first soldier rounded the corner, I triggered the release. A concussive bang erupted, and the hallway flooded with smoke.I didn’t wait to see who dropped.I kept moving.Every breath stung.Every step counted.I navigated the grid Celeste had mapped from old schematics. The safehouse’s lower level still had one exit tunnel, one that hadn’t been updated in the main security logs. My goal: open that tunnel from the mainframe upstairs, get Aria out, then double back.But there was a problem.I’d lef