All Chapters of In love with my boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Rosa’s POVThe interior of the penthouse was a statement. It wasn’t loud, but you could see all the intention put into it to make it perfect. Every item whispered money, the kind that didn’t need to announce itself, the type that had seen kings rise and fall. The room was lined with floor-to-ceiling windows that revealed the city like it belonged to him, and I imagined it was one of his favorite spots. And when I had finished looking at the window, original large sized art and photographs of William Bush with presidents, monarchs, and oil magnates welcomed me.He knew I was stunned. In fact, he had created this room for that purpose —to introduce who he was without saying a word. And suddenly, I felt like a flea that had wandered into a banquet hall.He stood by the bar, his expression unreadable, as he poured wine for the two of us. Knowing he was powerful, I knew I had to find a way to make him listen to what I had to say. If Charles got him by his side, they would ruin Kane. And I

Rosa’s POVFor a moment, I thought the gift was from Alex. My heart was racing with excitement. Everyone was looking at me and even my dance partner had stepped away. Just before I took the gift, I caught Alex watching. He didn’t look happy.That was when I realized the gift wasn’t from him.When I turned back to the delivery man, my heart was beating differently.I managed to speak. “Who’s this from?” I demanded.“It’s signed," he said, pointing to a small card.I braced myself and peeked at the card. It was my favourite poem. Only one person knew that. Charles Baker. I started shaking my head. “I cannot accept this,” I said.“I’m sorry, miss,” was all the delivery man responded.The longer I delayed, the more people around watched. Phones were already lifted and they were videoing the moment. I grabbed a pen and signed. Then I pointed to a corner. “Keep it over there, please.”I had no intention of touching the gift. And whatever Charles Baker was doing had to end. I excused myse

Charles’ POVThere was a sound drilling into my skull, like it was coming from inside my head. I groaned in pain and turned. I could feel my head throbbing and the sound echoing continuously. Then I realised it was my name. “Charles! Charles!”I threw my eyes open and the light of the room blinded for a second before a figure stood between me and the light. At first, I thought it was Rosa.“Rosa?” I mumbled.But Rosa didn’t have brown hair. The woman leaned closer and her mouth was moving fast. It felt like some crazy dream or a hangover hallucination. Then her voice sharpened.“What did you fucking do last night, Charles?”Nancy?I blinked. It was the sound of her voice. I pushed myself upright…too fast. The room tilted and my stomach lurched, threatening to throw out. I forced it down and peered at the figure in front of me. “What are you screaming for?” I snapped, rubbing my face. I was still trying to gain control of myself and remember where I was. “What the hell is wrong with

Rosa’s POVWe scampered through the corridor, past the doors I was beginning to get familair with, and stepped into Old man Kane’s room.He was sitting upright in bed, but he wasn’t really in the room. His eyes were shut tight, lids trembling as though he was fighting the urge to open his eyes, as though if he did, he would see something frightening. It broke my heart to see him that way. His hands kept shaking uncontrollably against the sheets, fingers curling and uncurling, like they were grasping for something only he could see, and was out of reach from him. Then he started mumbling. At first, it sounded like nothing and more like broken breath. My instinct kicked in and I figured out tea would calm him down. It always did. I rushed to the small counter in the corner while Alex sat beside him, ssqueezing his hand, and ttrying to calm him down. I almost knocked over the electric jug as I fumbled for it. My hands shook as I filled it with water, plugged it, and searched for the te

Rosa’s POVI spent the entire afternoon preparing. Every detail was important. And when Alex walked in, I could see the way his eyes darkened and the satisfied smug playing at the corner of his lips as he took in the setting. And me. My heart was racing, not from fear, but anticipation. “You’ve outdone yourself, Rose,” he said, his gaze never leaving me.I leaned back slightly in my lingerie and spread a teasing smile across my face. “Desssert comes last,” I said, subtly hinting at myself. “But you’ll have to survive appetizer first.”His lips twitched, and before I could say anything more, he was on me. His hands found my waist, pulling me close like he dared me to resist, to stop him. But when his mouth claimed mine, I melted against him and forgot about my plans to save the best for last. The kiss started soft at first, but not for long. My lips pressed harder and my hands roamed relentlessly…and I felt him respond. When we broke apart, we were both breathless. And the night had