All Chapters of One night with my mean billionaire boss : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

***𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐞*** I’ve never gotten so much male attention in my life “Amazing what a tight dress and a little cleavage can do for a girl. We order drinks and go and find a space to stand as I look around in awe. I’ve never been in such a cool nightclub before. “This place is insane.” I smile at the girls. “Right?” Maya smiles. “The men here are off the hook.” “And filthy rich,” Yvonne adds. “Who cares about rich?” I smirk as I sip my drink. “Me,” they all reply in unison. “You do too obviously, given that your fiancée is THE Knox Carter,” Stella adds. I swallow nervously. “If you’re going to be with a guy, he may as well be wealthy, if you ask me. Fuck being with a poor bastard. I’m poor, and opposites most definitely attract,” says Yvonne.. I laugh as I listen to them. “So who do we have here tonight?” Maya says as she looks around the club. “What do you mean?” I ask as I watch her eyes scan the room. “This place is a

***Rosalie’s Pov*** “His body covers mine, and I can feel his hard erection up against my stomach. We stare at each other, and instantly the air between us changes. “Don’t,” I whisper up at him. “Don’t what?” “Hypnotise me with that magical dick.” He gives me a cheeky wink. “You’ve got that the wrong way around, baby. I’m the only one who’s hypnotised around here,” he whispers as he leans down toward me. His tongue slowly slides through my lips. He kisses me again, with just the right amount of suction, and my knees begin to buckle beneath me. “Dear God . . . the man can kiss. “Knox” I breathe against him. “We shouldn’t.” His hands roam up and down my body, and God, he feels so good. “Don’t fight me on this,” he murmurs as he grinds me up against the wall with his hips. “I can’t.” “You can, and you will. Why would you deny your body what it so desperately needs from me?” Oh God,

****Rosalie**** I wake to the gentle breathing beside me, and I roll over and smile. Knox is flat on his back and asleep. We had an incredible night. The tender, witty guy was back . . . with no sight of the asshole CEO. I lean up onto my elbow as I watch him. His dark hair hangs over his forehead, his big red lips are slightly open, and his eyelashes flutter as he sleeps. He has one arm behind his head, and the other is splayed on his stomach. He’s beautiful—everything about him physically is beautiful. Last night I got a little peek that maybe he’s as beautiful on the inside as well. Stop it. You’re getting clingy and attached. Knox is not the kind of man you get attached to. He inhales deeply as he wakes, and slowly his eyes open and focus on me. “Hey, beautiful,” he whispers in a husky voice as he cups my face in his hand. I smile and lean over and kiss him. “Good morning, Knox.” “Call

***Rosalie*** My engagement party is this weekend and I’ve vowed to be strong and not fall for any of Knox’s bullshit. I’ve made my wish of not having any press present clear. The pressure to keep up the facade in the presence of family and friends is hard enough, I can’t deal with anymore. I know the easy thing to do would be to just call the whole thing off, but if I’m being honest with myself, I like the idea of being his fiancée a little too much, it doesn’t matter if it’s fake. I’m not sure what that says about me. I walk into the office to see Knox with Nash and Rick Williams. We’ve been trying to set up a meeting for a while and I’m glad to see it’s finally gone through. I put on my best smile and ignite my people pleasing side. “Good morning gentlemen,” I greeted as I waltzed in. “I’ve been wondering whether I’ll be able to see you before I leave. How are you, Miss Easton?” Nash Williams said as he stood up and greeted me with a peck. My sou

****Rosaline*** “What?” “This defensive shit. It has to stop between us. We can’t keep fighting over every little thing like we do.” “You’re just as bad,” he fires back. “I know, and I’m trying to stop it. Just now I held my tongue because you ordered my drink without asking what I wanted.” “I’m used to being in control, Rose,” he snaps. “So am I. That won’t change.” His eyes search mine, and he rearranges the napkin on his lap as if he’s thinking. “I’m not asking you to be my boyfriend, Knox,” I whisper. “That’s not what this is about. We have a great sexual connection, and I want it. I feel like I have to have it . . . but I can’t, not if I know you have it with other women. I need to be the only one.” “Fine, I won’t sleep with anyone else,” he snaps in exasperation. “And?” I ask. “He rolls his eyes. “And I’ll ask you what you want before ordering the fucking drinks.” I smiled. “This