All Chapters of A NIGHT WITH MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Sophia’s POV…..Coming home felt different tonight.Not because the house had changed—Adrian’s place was still vast, quiet, intimidating in its perfection—but because I had. Or maybe because something inside me was stirring, stretching, remembering how to exist in spaces like this.The door closed softly behind me, the sound echoing faintly through the marble hallway.“Adrian?” I called.“I’m here,” his voice came from the living room.I followed it, my steps cautious, my nerves humming under my skin. He was standing near the window, sleeves rolled up, phone in one hand, a glass of wine in the other. He looked… composed. Controlled. Like a man who always knew what came next.And for some reason, that unsettled me.“You’re back later than I expected,” he said, turning.“Ice cream turned into talking,” I replied.A ghost of a smile crossed his lips. “That sounds like Lily.”“It does,” I said softly, surprised that I could say it with certainty.He studied my face for a moment, as if we

Sophia’s POV…….The moment Adrian stepped out of the car and came around to open my door, I felt it.The shift.The air itself seemed heavier here—charged, humming with something unspoken. The Obsidian Club rose in front of us like a secret wrapped in steel and shadows. No loud sign. No flashing lights. Just a sleek black exterior, understated and deliberate, like it didn’t need to announce itself to anyone who mattered.I slipped my hand into Adrian’s, instinctively, as I stepped onto the pavement.His grip tightened just a little.“You okay?” he asked quietly.I nodded, even though my heart was thudding. “I think so.”The doors opened smoothly, soundless, and the first thing that hit me wasn’t noise.It was scent.Something dark and intoxicating—leather, spice, a faint trace of perfume and heat. The music rolled through the space in a deep, steady pulse, not loud but commanding, like it seeped into your bones rather than your ears.My breath caught.The club was… beautiful.Low ligh

Sophia’s POV…….Sunlight beamed kn my face, I opened my eyes and groaned as I walked to close my curtain.It was morning already. For a few seconds, I lay still, staring at the unfamiliar ceiling, my body heavy with sleep and my mind already tired from thinking too much.Every day still felt like this—waking up into a life I didn’t remember choosing.I pushed myself up slowly, my head throbbing faintly, and swung my legs over the edge of the bed. The room was quiet. Too quiet. Adrian’s house had a way of swallowing sound, like it was built to keep secrets.I padded into the bathroom, splashed water on my face, and studied my reflection. My hair was getting longer again, framing my face in a way that felt both strange and… right. My eyes looked haunted, yes—but there was something else there too. Curiosity. A spark that refused to die.I was still staring when I heard a soft knock on the door.“Sophia?” Adrian’s voice came through, calm and warm. “You awake?”“Yes,” I answered, my voi

Adrian’s POV…….The chessboard sat between Andrew and me like a battlefield frozen in time.Morning light filtered through the tall windows of the study, catching on the polished black-and-white squares. The house was quiet and th servants that helped me clean, were always gone before Sophia could wake up.She was still asleep upstairs. I’d checked twice. The second time, I stood at her door longer than necessary, listening to the soft rhythm of her breathing, grounding myself in the simple fact that she was still here.Still mine to love and protect.“Your move,” Andrew said, tapping the edge of the board.I looked down, my eyes tracing the pieces without really seeing them. My mind wasn’t on strategy—it was on something else or rather, someone else.Andrew gave me a look.“You’re distracted,” Andrew observed.I moved my knight anyway, a sharp, decisive motion. “I usually am.”That earned a quiet chuckle from him. Andrew leaned back in his chair, one hand resting over his chair. “

Sophia’s POV……The apartment was very quiet when I woke up, it was always quiet but at least Adrian was either playing some music or doing something.The place was eerily quiet and it bothered me.Like the air itself was holding its breath.I sat curled on the edge of the bed, my knees drawn to my chest, my phone was resting loosely in my hand. Adrian had left an hour ago—I saw a note on the counter, he said he would be back soon and I should have fun., I was missing his stormy prescence but I told myself it was nothing. That I was imagining the emotion.I always imagined things.At least if I couldn't remember I could imagine.My phone screen lit up suddenly.I checked it it was a message.Unknown NumberMy heart skipped, then steadied. Probably spam. Probably nothing. Still, my thumb hesitated before tapping the message.DO NOT TRUST ADRIAN HE'S DECEIVING YOU..The words seemed to burn into my eyes.I reread them once.Twice.A third time, slower.A chill crawled up my spine.