All Chapters of Falling For My Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Lauren’s brain went blank. Her eyes were so wide they almost popped out of their sockets.He looked impossibly tall, his muscles straining in his arms. Water droplets clung to the dark hair on his chest, shimmering before beginning a slow, agonizing trail downward. She followed one drop with her eyes, down the hard planes of his stomach, past the sharp V-line of his hips, to where his groin was completely exposed.Her hands flew to her mouth in a gasp as she suddenly realized herself.Colt stared back at her, his expression unguarded and stunned. For a moment, the air in the room hung still. Neither of them moved. Neither of them breathed.Then, the silence broke. “Shit! Lauren!” Colt swore, his voice a low, startled growl.Lauren couldn't find her voice. Her gaze betrayed her, flicking down for half a second before she forced her eyes toward the ceiling. She spun around so fast she nearly tripped over her own feet, her hands covering her flaming face. “Oh my God,” she blurted out, he

“Come on,” Colt said, already moving. “Let’s eat before the food gets cold. I won't let Vivian’s hard work go to waste.” He reached out and took Lauren’s hand. He did it so naturally, as if they had been doing this for years. Lauren’s breath hitched, her fingers felt stiff and small in his large, warm grasp as he led her toward the dining room.They stepped through the grand archway, and Lauren stopped so abruptly that Colt almost stumbled. Her breath left her.The dining table was too long. Polished wood stretched out, as if it had no end. She counted the chairs without meaning to — twelve, maybe sixteen or more. Each place was set with silver cutlery and crystal glasses that sparkled with terrifying precision.And the food?Lauren just stood there, her mouth hanging open, her eyes darting from one silver lid to the next. The aroma alone made her head spin. She could smell warm butter, toasted sugar, salty smoked fish, and the rich, dark scent of expensive coffee.She turned slowly t

Lauren didn’t slow down. Her slippers slapped softly against the paved path as she pushed past the perfectly manicured hedges and through the wide glass doors of the mansion, feeling as if the very air inside were thick with Julia’s poison. Her chest burned with a heat that wasn't from the sun. Her eyes stung, and the only thing she wanted was to leave.“Lauren!” Colt’s voice followed her. “Lauren, please! Stop!”She didn’t turn. Her hand shook as she reached the tall iron gate. She grabbed the cold black bars and rattled them with all her might. “Open it!” she shouted. “Open the gate right now!”The security guard stumbled out, his eyes wide. He looked at Lauren, then his gaze darted over her shoulder. “Ma’am, I… I need authorization. Mr. Moore hasn't…”“Open the damn gate!” she screamed. Her voice cracked mid-sentence. “Do I look like a prisoner to you? Let me out!”The guard’s gaze slid past her again. Lauren spun around, her teeth clenched, her hair flying wild around her face. Co

There was nothing gentle about the kiss; it was hungry, fierce, and desperate, as if he was trying to pour every apology, every emotion, into that one kiss.His mouth moved hungrily against hers, sucking gently on her lower lip, his tongue slipping in to taste her. Lauren gasped into his mouth, her hands clutching his shirt as her body melted against him.He lifted his head and stared at her, his eyes brimming with emotion. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, and I was too scared to admit it. Every day I pushed you away, I hated myself more. I’m done hiding, Lauren.”A tear rolled down her cheek at the sweetness of his words.Colt stepped closer, his hands trembling slightly at his sides as he raised them to wipe away the tear. “I know I don’t deserve you. I know I hurt you. But I need you to know it was never just one night for me. It was never just sex. It was you, Lauren. Only you!”Her lips trembled. “Colt…”He kissed her again, as if she were air and he’d been drowning. His

Lauren barely made it to the bathroom before her body betrayed her. She dropped to her knees in front of the toilet, gripping the bowl as her stomach clenched. It felt as if it were being wrung out like a wet rag.Colt was off the bed in seconds.He yanked his briefs from the floor, put them on, and followed her in without turning on the light. He found her kneeling, hair falling into her face, retching. “Hey,” he whispered as he crouched behind her. His hand settled on her back, rubbing small circles between her shoulder blades, while the other gently gathered her hair into a bunch to keep it clear of her face. “Let it out,” he whispered, his breath warm against her neck. “I’ve got you, baby. I’m not letting go.”Lauren gagged again, tears spilling from her eyes as she threw up. Her fingers shook against the porcelain. Colt stayed there the whole time, one hand on her back and the other brushing her hair away when it stuck to her face.When the nausea finally stopped, Lauren sagged f