All Chapters of Obsessed With My Father’s Boss : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Rhea’s POVI sat on the ground with my phone in my hand, waiting for it to light up with an apology. Minutes passed. Nothing. Just my own reflection staring back at me from a dark screen.My chest tightened. I knew if I stayed there one more second, something in me would snap, so I grabbed the jacket, wrapped it around my shoulders, and booked a ride. It arrived in under a minute. I slipped on my shoes and walked out with my head down and my heart hollowed out, the exact opposite of how I’d walked in that morning. Even when Rowan’s driver called out for me, I didn’t even look back.I gave the driver no destination, just told him to drive. He must have clocked the look on my face, because he cut the music without a word and let me sit with the silence.Those minutes cutting through New York brought me back to myself a little. I rolled the windows down and let the cold air hit my face until my head cleared enough to remember I had a life to return to. I swung by the beach house, grabbed

Rhea’s POVI swallowed hard, trying to avoid Rowan’s gaze.Finally, my phone stopped buzzing. I breathed a sigh of relief, but the call came right back in.Before I could blink, Rowan took the phone off my hand, and the next thing I knew, it was to his ear. The only thing I heard was, “Yeah, she’s home now. Thanks, Ethan,” and then he dropped the call, his eyes glaring at me.“You are not a very good liar, you know that, right?” Rowan said, his fist clenching hard.I backed away. “Erm, I… he came and…” My words failed me.“You what?” he said as he smashed my phone to the ground, my legs almost giving out. Next thing, his hand was on my neck, so tight my vision started to blur. “I know all this is a sham, but I don’t like lies. I don’t entertain them.” He pushed me to the side before entering the room. My butt hit the floor so hard I whimpered in pain, my hand on my neck as I coughed.“Move your things back to your room. Invite your Ethan as much as you want,” Rowan said as he opened t

Rhea’s POVI was standing in the middle of vultures. That’s the only way to describe it: a room full of people dressed like royalty who looked at me like carrion. I kept my spine straight and my face pleasant, sipping wine that had gone sour hours ago on someone’s tongue but was apparently still “vintage” enough to serve, and letting the music carry me somewhere else for a minute.The band played something low and moody, the kind of sound that made the ice in everyone’s glasses seem to clink in rhythm. Then, suddenly, I felt shadows crowd me from every side, cutting off the music like a door had been shut.“So you are his new one, right?” The voice came from my left. Perfume hit me before the words did, thick and floral, the kind of scent that suggested she’d bathed in the bottle rather than dabbed it on.“Excuse me?” I said, straightening my spine and letting my chin lift half an inch.“I mean, Mr Langston never brings any of his subs here,” the girl said again, her lips curling lik

Rhea’s POVWhen I woke up the next morning, my eyes were heavy and I lay there alone. I kinda noticed when Rowan left the room, he had given me a peck before he did.A smile crossed my face as I picked up my phone. It was buzzing nonstop with notifications. I had pulled an all-nighter. When Mia had her little setup going, I was already a step ahead of her.I had spoken to the same reporter before the dinner ended, and made her an offer. “Ever wondered what your career would look like announcing the most eligible bachelor is married?”The line sold it. Next thing, she was asking for details. I gave her a few and sent some pictures Lyra had taken playfully, the caption reading, “just saw you and your dear husband.” If only she knew her little joke was actually helping my cause now. I threw in a few pictures from our wedding too.I didn’t even need to pay her for that juicy story. My phone blowing up meant she had already uploaded it.I unlocked my phone to messages from every corner. R

Rhea’s POVI told myself he was joking. I wanted that so badly I almost believed it.So I let the night carry me. The wine helped, Turkish wine has a way of making bad decisions feel like good ones, and I stopped counting glasses somewhere around the third.The slow songs gave way to something with a pulse. Rowan leaned over, mouth against my ear. “Now the party starts.”People rose around us like the music had pulled them up by invisible strings. I stayed seated, nodding along, until my song came on, and something in me just stood up before I’d decided to. My body remembered the beat before my brain caught up.Rowan watched me the whole time. Not politely. Like a man doing math on how much longer he could wait.I gave him a reason to stop waiting. I dropped low in front of him, worked my hips the way I hadn’t in years, came back up slow. He didn’t dance so much as he moved with the idea of me. When the song ended I turned for the table, thinking wine, thinking water, thinking anythi