All Chapters of Reckless Nights With My Husband's Boss : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Camille’s POVI woke up the next morning with a knot in my stomach.The first thought that hit me was the kitchen.How was I supposed to face everyone after what happened yesterday?The memory of the breakfast disaster and the chairman’s furious outburst kept replaying in my mind. I had embarrassed the entire kitchen staff… and worst of all, I had cost them their salaries.I rubbed my temples and sat up slowly.Avoiding work wasn’t an option. Running away would only make things worse.I'm even lucky I wasn't sacked yesterday.So I got dressed quickly and headed to the kitchen earlier than usual.When I arrived, the place was still empty.Relief washed over me.At least I wouldn’t have to deal with everyone’s stares immediately.I checked the menu and quietly began arranging the ingredients for the day—chopping vegetables, preparing the spices, and setting up the workstations.A few minutes later, the kitchen door opened.Chef Dylan walked in.I straightened immediately.“Good morning,

Camille’s POVA few seconds later, Naomi ended her call and walked back to the table, her smile so sweet it almost made me doubt my earlier suspicions about her. For a brief moment, I thought maybe I had misjudged her.She sat down slowly.“Sorry about that,” she said lightly.“It’s fine,” I replied.“So… where were we?” she asked, leaning in. “You were telling me about the job, right?”“Yes,” I nodded. “I got a new job.”Her eyes lit up instantly.“Really?”“Yes,” I confirmed, letting myself breathe a little easier. “I’m working as an assistant chef.”“Wow!” she exclaimed, genuine excitement in her voice.I couldn’t help but let out a sigh.“But it hasn’t been easy,” I admitted.Naomi leaned closer, her brow furrowed.“What do you mean?”“The work environment is… complicated,” I confessed. “And honestly, I’m already thinking about finding another job.”She frowned slightly. “That bad?”“Let’s just say… I accidentally offended the boss on my first day,” I muttered, feeling my cheeks h

Leonard’s POVI glanced through the keyhole before opening the door.Naomi.A slow smile spread across my face.Perfect.I quickly slipped off my shirt, tossing it aside so my bare chest was fully exposed, then swung the door open like I’d been waiting all night.“Well, well… look who we have here,” I drawled, leaning casually against the frame. “My beautiful Naomi.”She stepped inside quickly, glancing over her shoulder.“Please stop it,” she whispered, pushing my hand away when I reached for her waist. “Someone might see us.”I chuckled.“I don’t care. I’m a free man now, remember?”She rolled her eyes, already moving further into the living room like she didn’t want to stay too close to me.“You know I don’t like coming here,” she muttered. “You promised me—hotel. Any hotel of my choice.”“I know, I know,” I said, raising my hands in mock surrender. “And I always keep my promises. But this…” I stepped closer, lowering my voice, “this couldn’t wait.”She folded her arms, her gaze dr

Camille’s POVI followed Debbie to the court hearing first.The courtroom smelled of tension and uncertainty, an aroma I would never forget. I sat quietly at the back while Debbie walked forward, calm and composed like she owned the room. Before leaving me, she had pressed a small pack of crackers and a carton of cold milk into my hands.“Eat something,” she had said. “You’ll need it.”Now, as I nibbled slowly, my eyes never left her.She was… incredible. Her arguments flowed like poetry, each word precise, sharp, and commanding respect. She had mastered procedural law, family law, and civil litigation with effortless confidence.“Objection, My Lord,” she said at some point, her voice firm but respectful.The way she spoke, clear, confident, precise, it felt like watching art. Every word had purpose. Every sentence landed exactly where it should.I didn’t even realize when I stopped eating.I was completely drawn in.The case was about child custody after a messy divorce. Emotions w

Leonard’s POVHe didn’t respond right away.Instead, he let the silence stretch—thick, heavy, almost suffocating—like he wanted me to sit in it, to feel every ounce of my mistake pressing down on me.Then slowly, he glanced over his shoulder.“Don’t disappoint me.”His voice was quiet, but it carried a weight that made the room feel colder.“Now leave.”He dismissed me with a slight wave of his hand, like I was nothing more than an inconvenience.I turned quickly, forcing my legs to move steadily until I stepped out of his office.The moment the door clicked shut behind me, I stopped.My hand flew to my chest.Only then did I realize—I hadn’t been breathing properly.A shaky exhale escaped me as I leaned slightly against the wall, trying to gather myself.Damn.That man could suffocate you without even raising his voice. He didn’t need to raise his finger to break you. The rest of the day dragged on endlessly.Every tick of the clock felt louder than usual, every passing second pres