All Chapters of MY HUSBAND SOLD ME TO HIS BOSS.: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

JENETA’S POV.He didn’t even acknowledge me. He remained with the crowd, tall and with a never-failing smile still plastered on his face. He looked... different. Everything about him had confidence, almost like Jinhai, but not quite there. Jinhai was born into this world, born with the elegance that came effortlessly. Nonso, though, wore it like a suit that didn’t quite fit like an imitation. An oversized coat.I noticed everyone around him, including Nonso, sipping their drinks delicately and calmly as they mingled. But here I was, already on my fourth glass of champagne. It felt as if the alcohol was buzzing in my veins. I couldn’t stay still anymore. My feet moved impulsively, carrying me toward Nonso with a forced smile stretching my lips. "It was lovely to see you, Gwen," I heard him say as I approached. His voice was charming-like. "I do hope we’ll see each other again soon." The way he touched her hand and the way his fingers lingered just a moment too long, the way he

JENETA’S POV.“Thailand?” I murmured to myself as I lay motionless on the bed in the darkness around me. The lights in my room were off, leaving only the glow of my phone to illuminate my face. My fingers aimlessly scrolled through the internet, passing by without much thought until a headline froze me in place. The Chairman of Sumao Group of Companies was found with an unknown woman leaving the Carter's Hotel at the Tech Conference in Singapore.My body stiffened and my breath caught in my throat. It was as if I had been hit by a sudden gust of icy wind bare. Because the woman in the photo was me. Though my face wasn’t entirely visible. My skin tone was mostly hidden by the fur coat I had draped over myself that night but still, there was no mistaking who it was.Panic set in as I stared at the article, my heart thundering in my chest. I knew I had to be careful around Jinhai. Back home in Nigeria my family kept a close eye on Canadian news for my safety. They couldn’t find out

JENETA’S POV.The car door opened, and I stepped out carefully, the softness of the red off-shoulder dress brushing against my ankles. The dress was buttoned from top to bottom, clung to my hip, thighs and tits. I matched with black heels and I gripped the matching black purse in my hand, my body was adorned with golden jewellery.I glanced around the grandeur of the venue, but my thoughts were interrupted when Jinhai appeared. He walked toward me with his usual confidence. As he reached me, he opened his arms, and I instinctively locked mine in his. He smiled, a soft and almost tender smile. For a moment, I was thrown. This wasn’t the same man who had humiliated me just hours ago, throwing money at me like my dignity was worthless. This man seemed gentler and calmer. It was disarming. But I reminded myself to stay guarded. We walked together into the building, and as soon as we stepped inside, I froze. My heart began racing as my eyes fell on the runway stretching out in the

JENETA’S POV. Finally, I blurted out, “Can I prepare breakfast for him?”Wannee’s smile faltered for a split second, her eyes widening just slightly in surprise. She quickly recovered, her face smoothing back into polite neutrality. “You want to cook for Mr Maynard?” she asked, as though she hadn’t heard me correctly the first time. “Yes,” I said, my voice firmer now, though my hands were still trembling. “I’d like to prepare breakfast for him. If that’s allowed.” For a moment, she didn’t respond. Her eyes studied me, as though she were trying to understand my motives. Then, she nodded. “I don’t see why not,” Wannee said, stepping aside to give me access to the kitchen. “What would you like to make?” I blinked, caught off guard by her willingness to help. “Uh... I’m not sure yet,” I admitted, looking at the neatly organised counters and cabinets. “What does he usually eat?” “That depends,” she said

What a beautiful view. “Here, darling,” Jinhai murmured, his voice low accompanied by a thread of dark amusement laced through it. I blinked, my breath hitching as I took him in. His shirt was gone, tossed carelessly to the floor, and I couldn’t help but stare. His chest was broad and heavily muscled, the kind of physique that didn’t just come naturally but worked out strength. Thick rather than lean, his torso rose, his shoulders sloping into arms that were muscular with thick cords that flexed with every slight movement. His abs were visible and a clear ridge of muscle led down to his waistband where his hand rested. Then came the sound of his zipper. My gaze dropped instinctively, and there it was, his cock, thick, veined, impossibly hard and standing in front of me. I swallowed, the sight sending a rush of heat through me, pooling low in my belly. I didn’t understand how he was always like this. “You’re