All Chapters of Oh No! I Hired My Husband's Boyfriend : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Chapter 2The heavy beat of the club throbbed in perfect, cruel synchrony with the pulse beneath Katherine’s palm where the hundred-dollar bill lay flattened against the polished bar top. Killian didn’t reach for it right away. He studied the crumpled note the way a collector might examine a flawed but fascinating artifact, head tilted, eyes narrowed, lips parted just enough to show the edge of teeth. Then that same dissecting gaze lifted and pinned her in place.“A hundred dollars,” he murmured, the words rolling out like distant thunder wrapped in velvet. The low vibration traveled straight through her molars. “That’s a very specific price for a very specific kind of desperation.”“It’s what I have,” Katherine snapped. The bravado flickered like a candle in a draft, but it held. “Take it or don’t. I’m not here to haggle over my own ruin.”Killian straightened to his full height. The motion made the shadows rearrange themselves around him; his silhouette seemed to drink the dim ligh

Chapter 4George didn't wait for her in the hallway. He paced the marble corridor like a caged animal, each sharp turn of his polished loafers clicking against the stone with metronomic fury. His phone was pressed so hard against his ear that his knuckles stood out bone-white, the tendons in his forearm standing in rigid relief beneath the rolled-up sleeve of his once-crisp shirt.Katherine trailed several paces behind, her gait uneven and deliberate, as though every step required separate calculation. The soreness between her thighs burned with every movement, a raw, private sting that refused to fade, a constant, humiliating reminder of the hundred dollars she had flung away in a moment of reckless desperation. That temporary escape had metastasized into something far worse: a permanent nightmare stitched into her very skin."I don't care what the board says!" George barked into the receiver, voice cracking at the edges. "The liquidity isn't there, it's not even close! If my mothe

Chapter 6The echo of Katherine’s scream hung in the cavernous space of the penthouse, vibrating against the floor-to-ceiling glass like a trapped bird. The silence that followed was heavy, pressurized, and suffocating.Katherine stood there, her chest heaving, her eyes wide and glassy as she stared at George. She looked like a woman standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for the wind to finally push her over.Her hair was a wild halo of blonde silk, and her skin was so translucent it looked like porcelain about to spider-web into a thousand pieces.Killian remained perfectly still, his hand hovering in the air where her wrist had been a second before. He looked entirely unruffled, his expression one of dark, clinical curiosity. George, however, looked as though he had been slapped. His mouth was slightly agape, his face flushing a dull, angry crimson.Then, the unexpected happened.The tension didn't snap with a blow or a shout. Instead, it dissolved into a sound that was far mor

Chapter 8The air in the penthouse, previously frozen by Killian’s wrath, now simmered with a different, more suffocating heat. It was as if the very atmosphere had thickened, charged with an electric undercurrent that made every breath feel heavy, laden with unspoken desires and forbidden tensions. The faint hum of the city below filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, but inside, it was silent save for the subtle rustle of fabric and the rapid cadence of Katherine's heartbeat echoing in her ears. The scrap of black lace danced between his fingers, a delicate, mocking reminder of the night Katherine had spent unraveling beneath him while her husband slept in the other room. That lace, so innocuous in its form, now pulsed with the memory of heated skin, whispered gasps, and the intoxicating rush of surrender. It wasn't just underwear; it was a symbol, a tangible piece of the chaos that had erupted between them, shimmering with the residue of their illicit encounter.Katherine

Chapter 10The sound of shattering ceramic was still ringing in the air when George’s voice sliced through the tension, high and frantic."No!" George exploded, lunging off the arm of the chair. "Absolutely not. Killian, you can’t be serious. That is a big no."The room plunged into a sudden, suffocating vacuum. The espresso machine hissed one last time before falling silent. Killian didn't move. He didn't even blink. He simply leaned his head back against the charcoal velvet, his dark eyes hooded, watching the pulse throb in George’s neck.Killian let out a long, slow sigh, a sound like shifting tectonic plates. "George," he rumbled, the silkiness of his voice carrying a jagged edge. "I’m going to give you exactly five seconds to reconsider your tone. And then, I want you to repeat what you just said."George’s bravado faltered. He visibly recoiled, his face pale and slick with sudden sweat. He looked at Katherine standing amidst the puddle of dark coffee and broken porcelain and th