All Chapters of My Boss, My Nextdoor Neighbor And Me: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

SHAYLE I shook my head immediately. “No, I don’t understand. Why do I have to report to your house?” Was this man serious right now? “I don’t see how that makes any sense, Mr. Dorne,” I pressed, trying to keep my voice steady even though I was already annoyed. “Respectfully, I told you yesterday to keep your personal life out of work, and yet you’re…” “Shayle Vale,” he cut in sharply. “All my ex-secretaries reported to my house first thing in the morning. Why would you be different? Do you want special treatment just because you find me unattractive?" His tone was taunting, and that smug glint in his eyes made my blood boil. My fists clenched by my side. “Special treatment? No sir, this is no special treatment because it's not part of my job.” “You were the one who took the role without asking around first.” My mouth dropped open. “Unbelievable.” He didn’t respond. He finally stepped back, adjusted his tie, and walked straight past me, out of the office, indic

SHAYLE People definitely saw that slap; Carlos’s shocked face would probably be trending on office gossip by evening. As I walked away from the small crowd, I should’ve felt proud. I should’ve felt vindicated for finally putting that bastard in his place. But instead, all I felt was boiling anger. Did he really think I’d crawl back to him? That I was some pathetic girl who couldn’t live without him? No fucking way. By the time I reached Lucien’s office, my blood was still simmering. I didn’t even think twice before pushing his door open. I should’ve knocked. I really should’ve but I was too angry and I had not forgotten what he did. The moment I stepped in, the scene in front of me was unbelievable. But again, it was Lucien and I've seen worse. He sat there, cool, calm, and collected, leaning back in his chair, while a blonde woman knelt between his legs. Her head moved rhythmically, and even without a clear view, it was obvious what was happening. His gaze locked on mi

SHAYLE Kieran led me over to a small, leather couch in the corner far from Jim and his client, gesturing for me to sit. It felt comfortable.I sunk into it. The soft cushions were a welcome contrast to the stiff, angry posture I’d held all day. “So, are you ready to get ink on you?”My heart fluttered. I looked down at the tattoo magazines scattered on the small table between us, a sudden, nervous excitement bubbling up inside me.“Yeah,” I said, “I’m ready. I think.”He laughed, a rich, low sound that vibrated through the air. “You think? It’s okay if you’re not. It’s a big decision.”“No, I’m ready,” I insisted, feeling a rush of confidence. “I just… I have no idea what I want yet.”He moved from the stool he was sitting on, picked up one of the magazines and flipped through it. “Okay, let’s see. What are you looking for? Something big and bold, or something small and subtle?”He paused, a thoughtful look on his face. “You know,” he began, “we can design something from scratc

SHAYLEBy the time we arrived at the company, I still couldn’t believe what had happened this morning. While we were in the car with me seated in the front and him at the back, my eyes would drift to the rearview mirror where I could see his reflection and how he looked completely detached.I would bite my lip and state out the window so I wouldn't glance at him again. I saved his life. I actually saved his life. And he hadn’t even muttered a damn thank you.Typical.When the car stopped in front of the building, I pushed open the door, stepped out and followed his long strides.He looked so effortlessly intimidating he looked from the back in his dark suit. A small part of me found it unfair that a man could look that good and be that much of a jerk.We walked straight into the elevator together. Just me and him.The silence stretched for a while, heavy and strangely awkward. The only sound was the faint hum of the elevator. I was beginning to think we’d ride the whole way up like