All Chapters of My boss’s brother wants me and so does my husband : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Lena’s POV "Do you really have to go in today?" I asked, my voice laced with frustration as I carefully knotted Noah's tie. "I mean, you've barely been home lately and even when you are here, you're barely present. It's always about work. You promised we'd spend more time together, you promised to take the day off, but here we are again, you're rushing off, and I'm the one helping you look perfect."I adjusted his shirt collar, smoothing it down with my fingers. He always looked so effortlessly handsome in his crisp white shirt, tailored suit, that dark hair slightly tousled in a way that made my heart skip. He smiled at me, that warm, disarming smile, and pulled me closer by the waist.He leaned in and kissed me softly, quickly, but full of that familiar spark. Yet in that moment, I craved more. I wanted him to deepen it, to wrap his arms around me tightly, lift me up, carry me back to our bed, and make love to me the way he used to. The way that unraveled me completely, leaving us

"Adrian Blackwood?" I muttered under my breath, the name slipping past my lips as the boardroom doors swung open.The air shifted the moment he stepped in and I almost forgot how to breathe for a second. He was nothing like Ethan who carried an icy, controlled authority. Adrian exuded an effortless, dangerous confidence that seemed to flood the room before he even opened his mouth. He wore a tailored dark suit that hugged his broad shoulders perfectly, the top buttons of his crisp white shirt undone just enough to reveal a glimpse of a chiseled chest. His hair was slightly tousled, as if he'd run a hand through it on purpose, and his sharp, assessing eyes swept the table.He was devastatingly attractive in a way that felt seductive, almost forbidden. He was the kind of man who screamed trouble, and yet, you couldn't help but want to get yourself in his web.His gaze landed on me. It wasn’t a polite flicker, not a brief acknowledgment, it was deliberate, almost intimate. It lingered,

The drive home went by in a blur, as Adrian's words echoed relentlessly in my mind. ‘I want you Lena Marsh, and I'm gonna get you’. How could he say something like that? So bold, so unapologetic, especially after I'd clearly told him I was married. He was crossing a line, no doubt, but God, it felt intoxicating. Heat had pooled low in my belly the moment he leaned in, his hand sliding gently over mine, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered it.I loved Noah and I can’t leave him for anyone. Not even for the dangerously irresistible, heartbreakingly gorgeous brother of my boss.The taxi pulled up to my building, and I hurried upstairs, fumbling with the keys. My cheeks were bright red, like a tomato. When I caught my reflection in the hallway mirror, my hand drifted absentmindedly to my lips. I traced them slowly, imagining how his lips would have tasted had he leaned in and kissed me at the restaurant.Shaking that thought, I stripped off the beige gown, as it fell to my feet

Lena’s POV My job has always been my excuse, my escape from the suffocating, boring, lifeless thing I call a marriage. I was always happy whenever I got to leave the house, whenever I wasn’t around anything that constantly reminded me of myself in shackles, of Noah, his scent, our pictures, everything. And now I had an even better reason to look forward to work. Why, you might be wondering? Because someone has been giving me the kind of attention I didn’t even know I was starving for. Smiling to myself, I stepped out of the bathroom, still wrapped in my silk robe, and headed straight to my vanity. Normally I don’t leave for work this early, but today I was determined to be gone before Noah woke up. Lately, I’ve been more conscious of how I looked my hair, my outfits, my makeup, everything. Maybe because someone made it a point to notice, someone who never failed to compliment the way a dress hugged my curves, the way my lipstick made my lips look. I couldn’t even remember the last

He withdrew his hand almost as quickly as he had placed it on my waist, the touch was so brief it felt like I had just imagined it, but the warmth lingered on my skin it felt almost impossible too. Ethan turned back to the clients with that effortless, polished smile of his—the one that could disarm boardrooms and close multimillion dollar deals and gestured for me to take the seat beside him.I slid into the chair, my pulse still unsteady. It wasn’t unusual for Ethan to insist I attend meetings with him, even in his absence. I’d sat through plenty of mid-level negotiations, taking meticulous notes while he handled fires elsewhere. But high-stakes clients like these? Never. These were the kind of people who expected polished presentations, not an assistant scribbling on a tablet. I had nothing substantive to contribute, and if I was being brutally honest, such meetings bore me but I had no other option but to sit through them because that was what he wanted but today felt different.