All Chapters of MY NEW HR IS THE MAN I SLEPT WITH.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Jane’s POVI thought sleep would quiet my mind. I was wrong, It wasn't. Kennedy’s words kept playing in my head. You should have let me kiss you… looped in my head like a curse, poisoning even my dreams. By morning, I was still trembling, still furious… and still wanting him. That was the part that terrified me most.I dragged myself out of bed, forcing myself through the motions of breakfast, laundry, meaningless scrolling through my phone… anything to keep my brain from circling back to him. But of course, it did. It always did.Buzz.I glanced at my phone. A new message. It was from Daniel.Hey, Jane. I was wondering if you’d like to grab lunch today. Just us.My heart softened a little. Daniel was sweet. Normal. Safe. Exactly what I should want. My thumbs hovered over the screen as I fought the urge to say yes. But my chest tightened, I couldn’t do it. Not today.I texted back. “That’s kind of you, Daniel. But I already have plans with my friends. Maybe another time?His reply c

Jane’s POVThe morning after Kennedy’s text, I told myself I was done being his puppet. Done letting him twist me in circles until I couldn’t tell whether I was burning from anger or desire.Daniel’s last message sat waiting for me on my phone; Movie after work? Just friends, no pressure.I stared at the screen longer than I should have, biting the base of my lip until it began to ache. “Just friends,” I whispered to myself. That’s what I needed… something safe, normal, steady. Someone who wasn’t constantly tearing me apart and then putting me back together in ways that made me weaker.I typed my reply before I could second-guess myself: Yes.For the first time in days, I felt a little lighter.Work, however, had other plans.By the time I got to the office, my desk was already stacked with files so tall they blocked half my view. Kennedy’s voice carried through the glass walls of his office… low, commanding, cutting through the hum of phones and printers. He was a storm wrapped in a

Kennedy’s POVHer lips parted like she was about to answer me, and for a second, I thought I had her… thought she might finally say the words I was desperate to hear.Then my phone buzzed against the console.The name that lit the screen made my chest tighten. Jessica. It's always her.Jane’s eyes flicked down, saw it, and something in her face broke. Whatever fragile thread tethered us together snapped clean in that instant.She yanked her hand free from mine, her voice low and sharp. “Forget it.”“Jane… wait.” I reached for her, hoping to explain, but she was already opening the car door.“Don’t.” Her voice trembled, not from fear… but from something far worse. Disappointment. “Just… don’t.”Before I could say another word, she slammed the door shut and walked into her building without looking back. I watched her silhouette disappear into the dark. I sat there gripping the steering wheel so hard the leather creaked under my fingers. The glow of Jessica’s name still lingered on my

Kennedy’s POVThe office felt different this morning.Colder.Or maybe that was just me.The elevator chimed, and I walked out with my usual clipped stride. Jane was already there. She sat at her desk, back straight, hair tucked behind one ear as she sorted through a neat stack of papers. For once, she didn’t glance up at me. No nervous glance, no fumbling with her pen, no trace of the little habits I’d come to expect. Her posture, neat, expression calm… too calm. She didn’t flinch when I looked at her. Didn’t offer that side look I’d grown used to. Didn’t glance up at me like she was waiting for my approval.Just kept her head down.Good. That was better. Safer.“Miss Shane,” I said, sharper than necessary. “I’ll need yesterday’s reports on my desk in an hour.”She looked up briefly, eyes cool and unreadable. “Yes, sir.”No waver. No hesitation.Then her gaze dropped back to the files like I was no more significant than a printer making noise in the corner.My chest tightened. I wal

Jane’s POVThe door slammed shut behind me, the sound echoing too loudly in the small office. It clicked like a trap being set, and when I turned, he was there… leaning against it with an infuriating ease, arms folded, his eyes tracing me in a way that made my skin crawl.“Damn,” he said slowly, deliberately. “You’ve gotten hotter. Sexier. Didn’t think you could outdo yourself, but… here we are.”The air caught in my throat. My body went stiff, panic prickling under my skin like needles. “Step back,” I forced out, though my voice shook. “Stay away from me."He didn’t. Instead, he pushed himself off the door with lazy confidence, moving closer, his smirk widening. “Relax. I’m just… appreciating. You should take it as a compliment. I came back for you, Jane. Don’t you get it? All this time, and I realized… I made a mistake and I'm here to make things right.”The memory of that night in his car slammed into me so hard my stomach turned. My nails dug crescents into my palms as I snapped,