All Chapters of Obsessed With My Father’s Boss : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rhea’s POV I know I shouldn’t be thinking about him like this, but God help me, I can’t seem to stop. Every night, my mind betrays me, filling my head with thoughts of his hands on me, his mouth against my skin, his body between my thighs until I forget everything except his name. And those filthy little thoughts didn’t disappear when I saw him through the window. There he was, standing with my father, chatting and smiling like he wasn’t the reason my pulse had suddenly gone wild. His hands were tucked into his pockets, looking completely innocent. My gaze lingered on his face, tracing that perfect jawline before settling on his lips. God, those lips. I wanted them all over me. I remembered the first time I’d met him. Ten-year-old me, wide-eyed and innocent, had taken the ball he tossed me. That deep, commanding voice calling my name had stayed with me—burned into me. And now, ten years later, every curve, every line of him made me ache in ways that were both thrilling and humi

A Few Days Back!!AUTHOR’S POV Rowan Langston was halfway out of his office when his phone rang.He had just shrugged into his jacket, his mind already shifting to numbers, timelines, and a client who hated being kept waiting. Meetings didn’t bother him. People did. Still, he moved with purpose, long strides carrying him down the hallway.He had just left a meeting room and was heading toward another when his assistant hurried behind him, phone in hand.“Sir, it’s from the estate.”Rowan slowed.He rarely got calls from there during work hours. His brows pulled together as he took the phone. The moment he saw the caller ID, his jaw tightened.He answered without a greeting.Whatever was said on the other end made his expression harden. His free hand curled slowly into a fist.“I’m on my way,” he said and ended the call.He didn’t explain. He didn’t need to.“Head to the family estate,” he ordered as they walked fast toward the car.“But sir, the client meeting in—”Rowan stopped and

AUTHOR’S POV“Erhm… nothing,” Rhea replied quickly, trying to keep her eyes from drifting to the pillow.“I sure heard something,” Mr. Rowan said as he stepped fully into the room, his eyes darting around curiously.Rhea’s stomach dropped. “I don’t… I don’t hear anything.”Rowan began walking closer.Each step felt like a countdown to humiliation.Please don’t look under the pillow. Please don’t look under the pillow.Rowan stopped beside the bed, tilting his head slightly as he listened.“It sounds like it is coming from there,” he said calmly. Rhea swallowed hard, heat rushing to her face. Rhea nearly collapsed with relief.The tension that had been squeezing her lungs finally loosened as she let out a quiet breath. She clutched the towel tightly around herself while trying to appear normal.Rowan straightened slowly and turned his attention to her father.“It is alright,” he replied calmly.His gaze drifted back to the bed, then to the pillow, before finally landing on Rhea. Their

AUTHOR’S POV After the disastrous dinner, Rowan apologized several times to Rhea.Rhea kept assuring him it was fine, even though her night had been completely ruined. Still… the image of Rowan standing up for her replayed in her mind again and again, vivid as if it had just happened.But days passed, yet she never caught a glimpse of Rowan.The only place she could see him now was on his socials.Every day after school, Rhea would linger by the gate longer than necessary, pretending to adjust her bag while secretly scanning the road. If a car slowed near the curb, her heart leapt instantly. Maybe it was Rowan.But each time, the car drove past. It wasn’t him. The small burst of excitement in her chest would quietly fade, leaving disappointment curling in its place.Had he changed his mind?Or maybe his stepmother’s words had finally gotten to him.He hadn’t mentioned the wedding again, and neither had her father. Everything felt strangely cold, and it made her uneasy.More than on

Rhea’s POVI breathed in sharply, then turned the doorknob again. Locked.I had been locked in.I quickly reached for the chair close by and sat down, trying to think. My phone — I had given it to Lyra. Of course, I had.“Damn it.” I grabbed my purse and flung it across the room.Then the lights went out.My throat went dry instantly. I pressed my back against the chair and squeezed my eyes shut, lips moving around the mantra my therapist had taught me, the one I learned after my father’s girlfriend locked me in the basement for an entire afternoon. Breathe in. Breathe out. You are safe. You are not there.But it wasn’t working. Anxiety had its hands around my chest and it was squeezing.Just when I thought my legs would give out, the door opened.And there he was.I didn’t think, I just moved, sprang to my feet, and rushed straight into him, tears already burning my eyes. Mr. Rowan’s arms came around me without hesitation, strong and steady, and he let me cry it all out. When the sob