Semua Bab Secretly Married to My Boss: Bab 1 - Bab 9

You could smell money in the air.Not the cheap, sweaty kind that clings to ambition—but the kind that drips from polished chandeliers, marble floors, and five-star service served on a silver platter.This was Valenrose Suites—the crown jewel of Eastbridge City. A towering glass structure that pierced the clouds, wrapped in elegance, power, and whispers of elite secrets. Some called it a hotel. I called it a stage.And today, like every other day, I played my part.I stood near the grand lobby entrance, dressed in my perfectly fitted navy sheath dress with gold trim—Valenrose’s signature concierge uniform. Subtle but striking. My name badge was polished, my hair neatly pinned. A digital tablet was cradled in one arm, my posture poised, smile soft but efficient.“Good morning, Mr. Campbell,” I greeted a regular guest as he passed, dragging a designer suitcase behind him.“Miss Walter,” he smiled back warmly. “Still the most graceful face in the hotel. Always smiley and lovely as always

That night, just like before, I sat quietly, waiting for his message—waiting to hear he was already in our spot.Our spot.Funny how something as ordinary as a side street two blocks away could start to feel sacred.I didn’t realize I’d fallen asleep until my phone buzzed against the pillow beside me.“Ten minutes. Same spot.”My lips curved slightly as I set the phone down.He never called. Never used my name in texts. Never slipped up. It was part of our agreement—keep things quiet, keep things ours.But tonight… something about it felt different.Maybe it was the ache still blooming in my chest from that memory.Maybe it was the Paris air that still clung to the corners of my mind like a stubborn perfume.Either way, I stood and changed out of my wrinkled concierge uniform, slipping into a soft navy sweater and jeans. I combed down my hair and freshened my lip balm.As I locked the apartment door behind me and stepped into the soft night breeze, the rest of that story—the real begi

He scooped me into his arms as if I weighed nothing, cradling me against his chest like I was something precious. My arms wrapped around his neck, my face tucked into the warm curve where his shoulder met his jaw. He didn’t head for the bedroom — maybe it felt too far, or maybe he simply couldn’t wait. Instead, he stopped at the sofa in the living room, lowering me onto the cushions with a slowness that felt more like worship than haste.The city outside was a blur of lights, but inside our living room, the only light came from the faint amber flicker of the fireplace. Shadows danced across his face, painting him in gold and darkness.His lips moved over my collarbone with a patience that made my skin ache.It wasn’t rushed. It never was with him.One of his hands cradled my face, the other pressed low on my waist, holding me like I might slip away if he let go. My undies were twisted around my legs, the faint hum of the city beyond the window nothing compared to the quiet thunder of

I woke up to sunlight streaming through the half-drawn curtains, soft and golden, painting patterns across the white sheets.The first thing I felt was warmth.Not just from the sun filtering through the curtains, but from the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of Jake’s chest beneath my cheek.For a few blissful seconds, I didn’t move. The world outside could wait. My fingers curled against the soft fabric of his robe, my ear pressed against his heartbeat, as if listening hard enough could make it belong to me.The room smelled faintly of him, fresh linen, and something I couldn’t name but had memorized long ago.If I could bottle this morning and keep it in a drawer for the days I felt invisible, I would.I tilted my head slightly to look at him. He was still asleep, lashes resting on his skin, jaw relaxed. The man everyone feared and respected was, in this moment, completely unguarded. The handsome, cold boss everyone wished they could get close to or talk to was here lying beside me.

The lobby buzzed again after the Campbell incident, though the shift was subtle. I could feel it in the way my coworkers’ eyes lingered on me too long, the way whispers trailed in my wake like shadows.I ignored it. At least, I tried to. My hands busied themselves with the reservation log, flipping pages I had already memorized. My smile stayed fixed, practiced, polite. But inside, I knew it was only a matter of time before someone broke the silence.“Not everyone can play princess here, Annabel. You’re always acting like you are the best among us.”The words were sharp, slicing through the air louder than they needed to be.I froze. Slowly, I turned toward the source—Clara, one of the senior desk attendants. Her lips curled, her arms folded tight across her chest as if she had been waiting for this moment.“You always act like you’re the best here, like you’re some princess,” she continued, her voice rising. “Always catching the attention of VIPs with your beauty. Didn’t you know you