All Chapters of Falling For My Boss: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Colt slid into his car and slammed the door. He couldn't start the engine. He just sat there, his hands white-knuckled as he gripped the steering wheel.Logan’s building loomed in front of him. That meeting was supposed to be his salvation. Instead, he’d walked right into a trap set by the man Lauren had once loved.He leaned his head back against the headrest and closed his eyes. His chest felt hollow, like someone had reached inside and ripped out his heart, leaving nothing but a cold, aching hole.If he had known.If he had known the CEO was her ex-fiancé, he never would have walked in with a smile on his face. He felt like a fool, a desperate, blind one.He exhaled roughly and rubbed his face. His phone lay silent on the passenger seat, heavy with options he did not want to touch. But there was one last thing he had been avoiding doing.Colt picked up the phone. His thumb hovered as he scrolled through his contact list, his heartbeat thudding in his ears. Grant Baker’s name stare

Colt sprinted out of the Baker Global building. He arrived at the car park just in time to see the taillights of Madison’s red sports car speeding around the corner. She was driving like a lunatic, weaving through cars without a care for anyone else.“Shit!” he hissed, scrambling into his own car and jamming the key into the ignition. The engine roared to life, and he peeled out of the parking lot, his tires chirping against the asphalt, his jaw clenched as he kept his eyes fixed on her taillights. “Why does she always do this?” he snapped, hitting the steering wheel with his palm. He didn't want to be chasing a woman who had just threatened to end her life.But then he saw Grant’s face in his mind. The man had looked pale, aged by a decade in a single second. Grant had been like a father to him after his own was gone. He couldn't let the man’s only daughter drive onto a bridge because of a mess he helped create.“Pick up, Madison! Pick up!” Colt roared, pressing the speakerphone but

Madison’s bedroom was soft and dark as heavy curtains blocked out the dying light of the evening. The air smelled of her perfume, jasmine, and something sharper.Colt lay sprawled across the king-sized bed, his breathing heavy and drugged. His face, usually sharp and alert, was slack, innocent in its oblivion.She watched him for a long moment, her heart thrumming with a cold thrill of victory, like a hunter who had finally cornered her prey.She felt powerful and untouchable. Her eyes raked over him, tracing the lines of his expensive shirt and trousers. He was hers to unwrap.Kneeling beside him, Madison reached out with her manicured nails, painted a deep, blood-red, and trailed them lightly up his leg. The fabric of his trousers was smooth under her touch, but she could feel the warmth of his skin beneath.Slowly, she dragged her fingers higher, over the firm muscle of his thigh, inching toward the zipper. The room was so quiet she could hear her own breath quicken.Her hand pause

Colt woke up choking on confusion.His head felt as if it had been stuffed with wet, heavy sand. When he tried to swallow, his throat felt lined with glass. His tongue was thick and dry, stuck to the roof of his mouth. He tried to move his arm, but it felt like a lead weight. It took every ounce of his strength to crack his eyelids open.The room was unfamiliar.The room was too bright; soft light filtered through thick curtains, burning his retinas. The air smelled cloyingly sweet — vanilla, expensive perfume, and something sharp at the same time. It made his stomach turn.Then, he felt the weight on his chest.Something warm, soft. Bare skin.His heart hammered against his ribs. Colt forced his head to turn, his neck popping with the effort.Madison.She was pressed against him, her arm thrown over his chest and her leg tangled between his. She looked peaceful, a small, smug smile playing on her lips even in her sleep.His breath left him in a rush.“No,” he wheezed.He tried to pus

“What?” Colt gasped.Lauren did not answer him right away. Her hands shook as she reached for her phone on the couch. She thrust the it toward him, her knuckles ghostly white.“I think it’s too late to act like you don’t know,” she whispered. Her voice wasn't loud. It was flat and empty. It was the sound of someone who had already died inside.Colt reached out. His fingers felt numb and cold. The moment his eyes landed on the screen, the blood drained from his face so fast he felt faint.The picture stared back at him like a crime scene.There he was, naked, wrapped in white sheets that looked like a shroud. His arm draped over Madison, and she looked at the camera with a smug, victorious grin. It looked intimate. It looked like a betrayal.“Shit,” he whispered.The phone slipped from his numb fingers and clattered onto the coffee table with a dull thud. Colt stood there, his chest heaving, his heart thumping against his ribs. The room began to spin.“Lauren, look... It’s not what you