All Chapters of Taken By My Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The room became quiet, with candles making flickering shadows on the ceiling as they moved in the gentle breeze from the open window. The air was filled with a mix of our feelings, creating a strong atmosphere that felt like it was on my skin. I sighed and let my hand drop, the fabric of my chemise sticking to my legs.I felt exhausted, both emotionally and physically. I closed my eyes, remembering Mr. Harrison's intense stare. Sleep came quickly, wrapping me in darkness and giving me a break from my swirling thoughts and feelings.In my dreams, I saw bright and confusing images from my past, my time at the mansion, and my passionate moments with Mr. Harrison. Each scene was filled with the same strong desire that had taken over me before.When I woke up, morning light filled the room. There stood Mr. Harrison, watching me from the doorway.I panicked, my heart racing. Had he been watching me all night? I quickly pulled my chemise down to cover myself, my face hot with embarrassment.

He got closer, and I felt him against me as he whispered, "Is this really what you want, or are you just caught up in the moment?" His question made me think clearly. Was this just a passing feeling because of what was happening, or was it something more lasting?I looked deep into my thoughts, the passion fading for a moment. Even with my fear and confusion, I realized the truth. "It's what I want," I said quietly, looking into his eyes. "I want you, Mr. Harrison."He chuckled softly and leaned back, pulling away from me. "But patience is important, isn't it, sweet Emma?" He stepped away, leaving me feeling shaky and bare, my chemise forgotten at my feet. "I think you need to learn that lesson better."His words made me shiver, mixing anger and excitement inside me. Was he just teasing me? The power struggle in the mansion was complicated, and I felt caught in it.As Mr. Harrison got dressed, I felt disappointed. The tension between us was strong, and I knew he felt it too. But he wa

My disgust was palpable, a bile rising in my throat that I could almost taste. "What do you know about it?" I spat, shrugging his hand off. The words were out before I could even think, a fiery retort to his feigned concern.Alex took a step back, his eyes wide with surprise. "I just want to help," he said, his hand hovering in the air as if unsure where to go. "Victoria can be...difficult.""You think I don't know that?" I screamed, the words tearing from my throat. "You all think I'm some naive little maid who's here for your amusement, for you to use and discard!" My voice echoed down the empty hallway, the sound of my fury bouncing off the walls.Alex took a step back, his expression a mix of shock and concern. "Emma, please," he began, but I was already turning away from him, my hand on the doorknob to my room. I didn't want his pity, didn't want anyone's.As I closed the door behind me, the weight of the evening's events crashed down on me like a ton of bricks. The tears came un

But I had a job to do, and my place was not to question my superiors. With a nod, I returned to my duties, my movements mechanical as I tried to shake off the feeling of betrayal. I had let myself believe, even for a moment, that there was something more between us, something genuine. But it was clear now that I was nothing but a maid, a servant to be used and discarded at his whim.I went back to my work, my mind racing. How could I serve Mr. Harrison fiancee without letting on that I knew? What would happen if she discovered my secret? Would she be like Victoria, cold and cruel, or would she be kind, like Rachel? Or perhaps she was another player in this twisted game, another pawn in the endless dance of power and desire that ruled the mansion.I worked with a new vigor, scrubbing floors and polishing silverware until my hands were raw, trying to push the thoughts away. But as the hours ticked by, the anticipation grew, a thick tension that filled every corner of the mansion like a

I turned on my heel and practically ran to the kitchen, my heart pounding in my chest. Rachel met me with a knowing look. "You okay?" she asked, her voice low.I nodded, trying to compose myself. "I can't do this," I whispered, my eyes darting to the door. Rachel grabbed my arm, her grip firm. "You can, and you will," she said, her voice filled with a fiery determination. "We all have our stories here. You're not the only one with secrets."Her words were a balm to my soul, and I felt a newfound strength in her touch. Rachel had been through hell and back, and she was still standing. If she could do it, so could I. I took a deep breath and nodded, squaring my shoulders. "Okay," I said, my voice stronger now. "Let's do this."The rest of the night was a blur of serving, smiling, and biting my tongue. I ignored Mr. Harrison's furtive glances and Miss Adrianne's thinly veiled disdain. I focused on the task at hand, serving drinks and clearing plates, all while keeping my eyes firmly on R