All Chapters of Owned by my husband’s boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

A sharp smirk tugged at the corner of Naomi’s mouth the second the line went dead. She turned to Jake, finding the same predatory curve reflected on his face.“She’ll be here before the tea gets cold,” she said, her smile widening into something jagged. She sank onto the couch, limbs heavy with satisfaction. “And then, she’s all yours.”Jake crossed the room, his movements slow and deliberate. He claimed the space beside her, resting a heavy hand on her thigh. “I knew selling out a 'best friend' would be light work for you. Then again, she isn't really a friend, is she?” A dark glint entered his eyes. “I don’t think I ever properly apologized for hitting you last time.”Naomi didn't flinch. Instead, she leaned into him, her voice dropping to a sultry rasp. “You don’t have to. You know damn well that’s exactly how I like it.” She pressed her lips hard against his, tasting the salt on his skin. “I’ve missed this,” she whispered against his mouth. “Why do you even want her back? You’ve g

Anthony sat on the edge of the couch in his dim room, the only light coming from the orange glow of his cigarette. The air was thick with smoke and the heavy weight of his thoughts. Suddenly, a jagged, hollow laugh broke the silence—a sound that bordered on madness—echoing off the cold walls.He stood up, his movements slow and deliberate, and walked toward the counter. Three framed photos sat there: Anna, baby Lyla, and his mother. He picked up the picture of his mother, his fingers trembling as they brushed the glass. In the photo, she was radiant, wearing the last genuine smile he could remember.Then, the memories flooded back like a dark tide.He saw himself as a small boy again, peeking through the crack of his father’s bedroom door. He had gone there to beg his father to help his mother—to make her stop taking the pills that made her so sleepy. Instead, he saw his father’s mistress dropping her dress to the floor. He remembered the cruel, shared laughter of his father and that

"It’s been two days, Anna. Two days and—nothing. Her phone rings out, the calls just go to voicemail, and I...""That’s enough!" Anna snapped, cutting him off mid-sentence. She crossed her arms tightly over her chest. "I know exactly what the two of you are doing. This is the plan, right? Use my mother to reel me back in because you know that’s where I’m weak? You orchestrated this whole 'disappearance' just to force me home."He flinched as if she’d slapped him. "What are you even saying? Of course I want you back. Your mother wants you back. But this isn't some game, Anna. She is actually gone. I haven't slept; I’m losing my mind here!" He paced a tight circle, his face flushing a deep, frustrated red."I don't believe a word that comes out of your mouth," Anna said, her voice trembling despite her best efforts to keep it steady. "You’ll say anything to get what you want.""Bullshit." He stepped back, his eyes searching hers with a mix of hurt and bewilderment. "I can't believe you

The rain hammered down, turning the street into a grey blur. Anthony’s hands shook as the umbrella slipped from his grip, clattering onto the ground. He didn't reach for it. Instead, he pulled Anna closer, her body trembling against his chest.“It’s all over, Anthony,” she choked out. Her voice was thin, nearly swallowed by the roar of the downpour.“Look at me, Anna.” He cupped her face, forcing her to meet his eyes. Her eyelids were swollen and bloodshot, and the rain lashed against her skin. “I am here. I won’t let anything else go wrong.”She didn’t answer; she just sobbed harder. Anthony didn't waste another second. He turned his back to her and crouched low. When she didn't move, he reached back, took her hands, and draped them over his shoulders. He hoisted her up, locking his grip around her legs.He marched through the water toward the car. Two guards scrambled toward them, umbrellas held high, but it was useless—the water had already claimed them. Anthony ignored the guards,

A slow smile spread across Anthony’s lips as he watched Anna’s dress pool at her ankles. He didn't just look; he worshipped, his gaze tracing her like she was the first beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Anna caught the heat in his eyes and smirked, her fingers reaching back to unhook her bra. As it fell, Anthony’s teeth sank into his lower lip, a visible twitch jumping beneath the fabric of his shorts. He scanned every curve, his eyes dark and starved, devouring her until the last of her lace hit the floor.“Come here,” he rasped, his voice thick and demanding.Anna’s smirk deepened. She shook her head slowly, holding his stare. Holding his gaze, she licked the tip of her finger and began to swirl it over one nipple, watching him watch her. Anthony swallowed hard, his throat tight as he watched the peak harden under her touch. When she cupped both breasts, offering them to his eyes, he let out a jagged breath.“Please... come here,” he practically begged.Anna let out a soft, knowing sc