All Chapters of Falling For My Boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The first rays of dawn filtered through the curtains of Colt's room, casting a soft glow over the tangled sheets. They had fallen asleep in each other's embrace.“Mm-hmm.” Lauren stirred slightly as she felt Colt move behind her. His arm draped over her waist, his warmth pressing into her back. He had woken early for an early-morning meeting at work, but leaving her side felt impossible.Lauren's eyes fluttered open. “You’re up so soon?” she murmured, her voice thick with sleep. “What time is it?”He snuggled closer to her, his hand splaying across her soft, slightly protruding stomach. “It's 6:05 a.m,” Colt replied, his warm, gentle breath brushing against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. “I have an early meeting, love.” His voice held a reluctance that mirrored the ache in his chest.“Aww,” she whined softly. “Don’t go. Stay with me.” Her tone was affectionate and pleading. She arched her back, pushing her round ass firmly into his groin. The friction sent a spark through h

Lauren’s phone ringing broke the silence in the room.The sound shattered the fog in Colt’s mind. He flinched, his heart slamming against his ribs so hard it felt like it might crack a bone. For a second, he had been a ghost, standing still and staring at nothing. But now pure, raw panic surged through his veins.“No, no, no!” he roared, his voice thick with terror he couldn't hide. He lunged toward the nightstand, reaching for the phone. “Lauren, don’t!” he shouted, the words tearing from his chest. “Give it to me! Don’t answer it!”But it was too late. Lauren had already picked it up.She pressed the phone to her ear, her brow furrowed in confusion, as Colt skidded to a halt inches away from her. He stood there, his chest heaving, his face pale and twisted with a desperation that made him look like a stranger.“Hey, Mia,” she said softly, her voice still sweet and unsuspecting.He froze, his hand outstretched, his fingers trembling just inches from the phone. He could hear Mia’s voi

The car had barely pulled away from the airport curb when the notification pinged. He glanced down, and his blood turned to ice. There, splashed across a gossip headline, was a photo of Colt Moore. He was leaning in close to a woman Grant didn’t recognize — a woman whose hand rested pointedly over the curve of her stomach.Pregnant?“What the hell…” he muttered.He scrolled faster, his thumb nearly cracking the phone screen's glass. With every word he read, the muscle in his jaw tightened. The air in the back of the luxury sedan grew heavy, thick with the scent of his expensive cologne and the raw heat of his rising temper.He stabbed at the screen of his phone, dialing Madison’s number with a shaking hand. She answered on the second ring.“Daddy?”“Get home,” he said, his voice sounding cold. “Now!”There was a pause on the other end. He could almost see her frown. “What? Daddy, I was just about to go out. My friends are waiting. Can this wait until tomorrow?”“No,” he snapped, his v

What did she want?The thought spun through Lauren’s head as she looked up at Helen, who stood by the door with a face full of pity. She took a shaky breath and nodded. “Tell her I’m coming.”Helen gave her a small smile and quietly closed the door.Lauren stood up from the bed. She planted her hands on her hips, her chest heaving as she tried to pull air into her lungs. Her mind flashed back to the last time she stood before Julia Moore. She remembered the sting of the insults and the way Julia’s eyes had stripped her bare, making her feel small, cheap, and disposable. Just like the internet is doing now."Not today," Lauren whispered to the empty room. She straightened her shoulders, wiped her damp palms on her jeans, and headed downstairs, each step feeling heavy, her heartbeat loud in her ears.Julia was seated on the couch when Lauren entered the living room. She looked perfect, not a hair out of place, in her white suit, beautiful and expensive. Her legs were crossed, but one h

Lauren paced the room, her bare feet slapping the cold floor. She counted her steps, over and over again, a mindless rhythm to keep her from screaming.Her chest felt as if invisible hands were crushing it. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Julia Moore’s cold face and heard the sound of the check tearing. She had walked away from ten million dollars, and now the reality of her bank account was starting to sting.Her phone suddenly vibrated in her palm, the sudden sound making her jump. She looked down, her heart leaping into her throat when she saw the caller ID.Serenity Garden Facility.Shit! It was her mother's care home.“No,” she whispered, her voice cracking in the empty room. “Please, not today. Not now.”She stared at the glowing screen, her vision blurring. She was two months behind on her mother’s payments. Every time she saw a call from them, she braced for the worst — the polite, firm voice telling her that her mother had to be moved. That they couldn't carry the deb