All Chapters of Falling For My Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Mia stormed into Moore Technologies like an unstoppable force. Her heels clicked loudly on the spotless floor as she headed straight for the reception desk.“Welcome to Moore Technologies. May I ask who you are here to see, and do you have a scheduled meeting?” The receptionist greeted her with a polite, plastic smile that didn't reach her eyes.Mia took a breath through her nose, trying not to snap. “Yes. I’m here to see the CEO, Colt Moore. I don’t have a scheduled meeting, but I need to see him now. It’s urgent.”The receptionist kept smiling. “I'm sorry. The CEO doesn’t take unscheduled meetings. If you would like to leave a message or speak to someone in..."“No,” Mia said, raising her hand. “I’m here for something serious.”“I understand, but…”“No, you don’t understand,” Mia said, leaning closer. “This concerns someone who works... worked here. I can’t leave without seeing him.”The receptionist’s smile grew wider, as if she had practiced it every morning. “You can still leave

The ride to Lauren’s place felt like sitting inside a storm that wouldn’t break. Mia kept stealing glances at Colt from the corner of her eye. She wanted to stay angry at him for everything Lauren had been through, but something in his face made that hard. He looked shattered, lost — like someone who was broken.Colt only drove, his jaw clenched and grip tight on the wheel, his mind clearly elsewhere, spinning in a dark, distant place. Then suddenly he snapped, “Shit!” and slammed his palm against the steering wheel.Mia jumped, her breath catching.Colt closed his eyes for a second, ran a hand over his face, and muttered, “Sorry. I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you.” He didn't look at her, staring only at the road ahead.Mia stayed silent; she turned her head toward the window, giving him space.He drove the rest of the way almost too quietly.When they entered Brownsville, the scenery shifted. The bright city lights dimmed, replaced by older structures, narrow streets, and corners

“What?”The word was barely above a whisper. Lauren stared at him, her heartbeat racing. She looked at Colt as if he had started speaking a language she didn't understand.“What did you say?” she whispered, her voice barely holding together.Colt didn't blink. He slowly stepped closer, his eyes burning with a raw intensity she’d never seen before. “I said, marry me.”Lauren shook her head, a quick, shaky movement as if she was trying to wake up from a dream. She stumbled back, her foot almost tripping on the rug. “I don’t… I don’t understand, Mr. Moore.”Colt exhaled heavily in frustration, running his hand through his hair until it stood in messy peaks. “First of all, Lauren, call me Colt. We're past the titles.”Lauren’s chest rose and fell as she took a deep breath. She felt like she was watching herself from a distance, her mind spinning.Colt took another step, closing the gap until she could feel the heat radiating off him. “Secondly… yes. I’m engaged. But it’s an arranged marri

Lauren balanced the brown grocery bags against her hip as she walked toward her apartment building. Her steps were slow, and her mind felt far heavier than the bags she carried.Two days had passed since Colt walked out her door, and she could still remember every word that was said and every emotion that was on his face. Her chest tightened just thinking about it.She reached her building's entrance, adjusting the bags, when a car pulled to a stop right in front of her.She froze.Logan got out quickly and shut the door behind him. “Lauren,” he called, relief flooding his face. “God, I’m so happy I finally met you today.”She shut her eyes for a second and took a long, tired breath, gathering the patience she had left. “What are you doing here, Logan?” she asked quietly.He lifted his hands a little, as if he wanted to calm her before she even reacted. “I know I’m the last person you want to see. I get that. But I needed to tell you something, and I didn’t know how else to reach you.

Colt stood over his mahogany desk, his knuckles white as he leaned his weight onto them. His jaw was locked so tight his teeth ached, and his pulse was racing as if he had been sprinting.Charlotte was still holding her phone, her thumb frozen over the screen. She was staring at that headline again, Romantic Lunch, as if by looking at it long enough, everything might turn out to be a big joke.Finally, Colt spoke, his voice sharp. “Is she having me followed, Charlotte? Is Madison actually tracking my car or something?”Charlotte lifted her head quickly, her first instinct to laugh it off, to say it was just a coincidence. But she stopped when she saw the look in his eyes. “That’s ridiculous,” she whispered at first, her voice wavering. “Why would she…” She trailed off, her eyes widening as the pieces fell into place. “Oh God. She actually would. This is Madison we’re talking about. She’s not just spoiled, Colt. She's actually insane.”Colt shook his head, a bitter laugh escaping his t