All Chapters of Reckless Nights With My Husband's Boss : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“Hey! easy,” the man said gently. “I don't bite.” His voice was low, steady—nothing like Leonard’s sharp impatience.“I didn’t mean to startle you. You were leaning on my car, crying.”I wiped my face, embarrassed, broken. “I’m sorry.”“Whatever it is,” he continued, “you don’t have to carry it alone. Just calm down. You can talk to me.”I didn’t talk.Instead, I whispered, “Can you… hug me?”He hesitated for half a second, then stepped closer and wrapped his arms around me.The dam broke.I sobbed into his chest, my body shaking as memories of my father flooded back—his voice, his laughter, the way he used to call me his brave girl. I clung to the stranger like I was drowning and he was the only solid thing left in the world.“It’s okay,” he murmured. “I’ve got you.”It had been so long since a man touched me without cruelty. Without dismissal. Without making me feel small.Too long.Then his hard rock muscles and abs pressed hard on my boobs making my nipples harden. And all I coul

That night, I booked a modest hotel room and paid eighty dollars.It was the first time in my life I was completely alone.The room was small and quiet. Just the low hum of the air conditioner and the weight of my thoughts. I lay awake for hours, turning from side to side, staring at the ceiling as fear and hope wrestled inside me.I’d walked away with nothing but a handbag and stubborn pride.By morning, two things were clear in my mind—sharp, steady, unavoidable.I needed a job.I needed clothes.Then I’d worry about an apartment.One step at a time.I took a cab to Smitheen Holdings, the company my father used to work for.The building looked exactly the same—tall, glassy, intimidating. But standing there now, it felt smaller. Like time had drained the life out of it. The moment I stepped out of the car, my chest tightened. A tear slid down my cheek before I could stop it.The last time I’d been here was days before I lost him.I’d just gotten admission into the university to study

I recognized the voice immediately.“What is going on here?” Mrs. Janet stood with her arms crossed, eyes sharp as they scanned the room.“What is all this mess? On your first day at work?” Her gaze moved from the spilled bucket to me on the floor.“I asked a question,” she snapped.“Well, I think she’s gone mute,” Zoe spoke first, her voice dripping with fake indignation.“This cleaner attacked me,” she said, pointing at me. “She’s incompetent and violent. I want her reported.”Mrs. Janet didn’t respond immediately. She looked at me instead.“Get up,” she said curtly.I pushed myself off the floor, ignoring the pain in my back, water dripping from my uniform. My hands were shaking—but I stood straight.“She’s lying,” I said quietly. “She kicked the bucket and pushed me.”Zoe scoffed. “Of course she’d say that.”“I’m sorry, Miss Zoe. Today is just her second day at—” Before Mrs. Janet could finish, Leonard stepped forward.He looked directly at Mrs. Janet. “This is unacceptable,” he s

As I dropped the phone on the bed, the truth settled over me.I wasn’t just dropping a call.I was dropping the only family I might ever have.The room felt too small for the grief that followed. I sank to the floor beside the bed and cried the way I had the night we buried Dad. Not the polite tears I’d mastered over the years. Not the quiet, controlled kind.This was raw and loud.My chest hurt from the force of it.Every loss I had swallowed over the years tore open at once—Dad’s death, five years of marriage that felt like slow suffocation, the humiliation at work, the threats hanging over Olivia’s head.I pressed my fist against my mouth to keep from screaming.“I didn’t deserve this,” I whispered into the empty room.Somewhere between anger and heartbreak, something hardened inside me.I wiped my face with the back of my hand.They thought they had cornered me. I stared at the wall and made a quiet vow.They would pay.But first I needed money, I need to survive first And that m

“Congratulations, Miss Camille. You’re about two weeks pregnant.”For a moment, I felt my spirit leave my body.The words floated above me, detached from reality.“Pregnant?” The pharmacist tilted her head gently. “yes darling. I can see you’re not too excited, darling. But blessings come in different packages. And this,” she tapped the paper lightly, “is a blessing.”A blessing, if only you know, you would be saying that. I thought as I stared at the overly excited woman.I couldn’t speak.My throat felt dry. My ears rang. The world narrowed to the white paper trembling in my hands.She softened her voice. “Wait. Let me give you something for the headache and nausea.”She moved around the counter, returning with a small paper bag. “Prenatal supplements. Something mild for the headache. Mint gum helps with morning sickness.”I blinked at her. Pulled out my little purse.“It’s on me,” she added with a warm smile. “Don’t worry about payment.”I nodded mutely and walked out of the pharma