All Chapters of In Lust with my Sexy Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Chapter Forty OneAria’s POVThe room is silent but for the pounding of my pulse.Julian’s arm comes around me, firm, protective, pulling me back against the wall as the door slams shut behind the figure. The air is thick, humid, like the walls themselves are sweating. My breath catches in my throat, not from fear this time, but from the solid press of his body against mine.“Stay behind me,” he murmurs.The low growl in his voice sends a shiver down my spine that has nothing to do with danger.The intruder lowers their weapon slowly, almost mockingly, eyes glinting beneath the shadow of their hood.“I wasn’t sent here to kill you,” they say. “Only to remind you that someone upstairs doesn’t like you two getting… close.”Julian’s jaw tightens.“Then deliver this message back,” he says, stepping forward, his hand still brushing my hip like he’s unwilling to let go. “Anyone who comes after her will regret it.”The figure tilts their head, amused.“Careful, Blackwell. You sound like a ma

Chapter Forty Three Julian’s POVI’ve faced ruthless CEOs, courtroom ambushes, hostile board takeovers, but nothing like this.Her father’s voice freezes my blood.“Aria? Sweetheart? You shouldn’t be here.”The words are deceptively gentle, like a razor wrapped in velvet.From where we crouch behind the desk, I feel Aria’s body stiffen against me, every muscle locked. I can hear her shallow, rapid breathing, like a trapped bird. My hand finds her waist instinctively, anchoring her before panic pulls her under.I have seconds to decide.Do I stay hidden and let him find the folder?Or do I step out and face the man who has been pulling the strings behind her back?The weight of her trembling against me makes the choice for me.The man who steps further into the room is exactly as I remember him from the pictures Aria once showed me, a tall, commanding presence, expensive suit, hair silvered at the temples. But the photographs never captured the chill he carries like a weapon.And in h

Chapter Forty FiveJulian’s POVThe city blurs.Neon signs, wet streets, the screech of tires, it’s all a smear of color and sound as I push the engine to its limits. Behind us, the black sedan closes in, headlights flashing like a predator’s eyes.Aria grips the seat so tight her knuckles have turned white. She’s not looking back. She’s watching me.“Julian!”“I see them,” I snap, swerving hard around a delivery truck that barely registers before it’s in the rearview.The car fishtails; I catch it with a twist of the wheel. My pulse is a drumbeat in my ears.Another sharp corner, another second of weightlessness as the tires lose grip. I can feel her breath, fast and shallow, every time the car jerks.“You need to tell me what’s happening,” she shouts over the roar.“Later!”“There may not be a later!”She’s right. But the words stick in my throat.The sedan clips a trash bin behind us, metal exploding across the street. It buys me three seconds. Maybe four.I dive into an underpass,

Chapter Forty SevenJulian’s POVHer question burns like acid.I want to move, to tear her hand away from Aria, but one wrong motion and the blade at Aria’s throat will open her skin like paper.“Let her go, Celeste.”Her name tastes like rust and regret.The sound of it makes her eyes spark.“Ah, so you do remember me,” she purrs.I force my voice into something calm, level, even as every muscle in my body coils to strike.“This isn’t the place. Let her go and we’ll talk.”She tilts her head, studying me like she used to before a chess move.“You always were protective. But for her? This intern of yours?”Aria flinches at the word, and I hate it, hate that Celeste can make her feel small with just one poisoned syllable.“She’s not just an intern,” I say, my voice low, dangerous.The confession is out before I can stop it.Celeste hears it.Her lips curve in triumph.“Well, well. The untouchable Julian Blackwell finally found a weakness.”Her knife presses just enough to draw another

Chapter Forty NineAria’s POVThe door slams like a gunshot, sealing the corridor in darkness.I spin around, heart in my throat, but the handle refuses to budge beneath my slick, trembling fingers.We’re trapped.Julian’s gun comes up instantly, his body turning into a barrier between me and everything else.“Back to the wall,” he murmurs. Calm. Controlled. Like his pulse isn’t pounding as hard as mine.I press my back against the cold wall, watching as he scans the empty hall.But there’s no sound now.No footsteps.No laughter.Just silence thick enough to choke on.Then the lights go out.Not dimmed. Not flickering.Gone.Pitch-black swallows everything, and for a second I swear my heart stops.“Julian?”“I’m here.” His voice is closer than I expect, low and rough, meant only for me.Something brushes against my arm, his hand, searching for me in the dark. I grab onto him like a lifeline, and he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his palm slides down to twine our fingers together.“Don’t