All Chapters of My boss’s brother wants me and so does my husband : Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I slowly turned to her, my heart skipping a beat even though I shouldn't have been surprised. Hell, literally everyone in the city knew my track record with women, it was practically public knowledge at this point. No big secret anymore. But instead of snapping back, I started laughing. It bubbled up from deep in my chest, genuine at first, then turning into something longer, almost uncontrollable, as I closed the distance between us. I stopped right in front of her, our faces inches apart, the air thick with tension."Do you really wanna do this, Alexa?" I asked, my voice low and teasing, but with an edge of warning. "Do you really want to go down this path? Trust me, it won't do you any good. So before you get hurt even more, I'd advise you to stop now." I said it calmly, almost pleading, hoping she'd back off before she pushed me too far.She didn't flinch. Her eyes locked onto mine, fierce and unyielding. "Just answer the damn question, Adrian. I'm really not in the mood for your

"No way? Your mom?" she asked in disbelief, as she held it up to the light filtering through her half-drawn curtains. She glanced back at me, then at the photo again, like she was trying to piece together a puzzle with missing pieces. "But I've never seen this picture of your mom before. I mean, you don't even have this one yourself. So, how exactly did you get your hands on it? And why am I staring at a picture of your mom, who somehow has this uncanny, striking resemblance to you?" She said it all in one breath, her curiosity bubbling over, her brows furrowing in that signature way of hers. I inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly, rubbing my eyes as the whirlwind of yesterday's events came crashing back, making my head throb like a bad hangover. "Okay, so remember when you suggested I go visit Adrian at his place, after I turned down his offer to meet up that night?" I asked, watching as she nodded firmly, her ponytail bobbing with the motion."Oh yeah, I definitely remember, baby,"

Her words echoed in my head like a persistent whisper. "How well do you know her and how well do you trust her?" I repeated them silently to myself, trying to wrap my brain around why she was bringing this up now, of all times. The room felt heavier suddenly, her lavender perfume lingering in the air, a scent that always comforted me right from when I was little but right now, it did nothing to ease the knot forming in my stomach"Uh, Mom," I started, forcing a chuckle that came out more awkward than I intended. I scratched the back of my head, feeling the short hairs bristle under my fingers, buying myself a second to think. "I don’t know what exactly you want me to say, but all I can say is Lena has been my assistant for three years and she has been nothing short of efficient and capable. She’s one of the few people I trust to handle things at the office even when I’m not around, so you asking me this... it’s just kind of weird." I replied, trying to sound smart and composed, but my

I quickly took a sip of my coffee and headed out the door, not wanting to waste another second. I headed to Ethan’s office and knocked on the door. A quick “Come in” came through, and I pushed the door open and stepped inside.He stood with his back to me, the phone pressed to his ear, revealing the broad line of his shoulders. Since he was on the phone, I decided to wait for him. But he turned to me almost immediately and our eyes met for just a fraction and a small, almost imperceptible smile curved his mouth, as he gestured toward the leather chair opposite his desk with a subtle tilt of his chin.My stomach flipped, I thought perhaps I had just imagined it or maybe I saw wrong. But he did it again, this time a bit longer than before. It felt weird for so many obvious reasons but all I could do at that time was to smile, as I walked to the couch and sank into the seat, smoothing my skirt with my suddenly damp palms. The call stretched on for a while, talk about mergers, collabor

“A problem?” Maya asked in that high-pitched tone she usually uses whenever she’s shocked or alarmed. “Girl, what are you talking about?” She inquired curiously as she closed the door and dropped onto the plush couch beside me, her face barely inches from mine as she dropped the glass on the table. “Girl, what are you talking about?” she inquired, leaning even closer. I hesitated, as the words caught in my throat, the earlier panic came rushing back—colder and sharper now. I didn’t like how scared I felt; it didn’t suit me. “Well, I’m waiting, Lena,” Maya pushed, her tone gentle but insistent. “You can’t just drop something like that on me and leave me hanging. Spill it, what exactly is going on?” I exhaled deeply, reached into my bag and pulled out my phone. I unlocked it, opened the message app, and turned the screen toward her. Her eyes widened instantly, scanning the pictures slowly. “Girl, why am I seeing pictures of you leaving your house and your office? What’s going on