All Chapters of The Boss's Game : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The alarm screamed at 5:30 AM.I slapped it silent and stared at the ceiling for exactly ten seconds. That was all the weakness I allowed myself. Then I threw off the covers and became someone else.Morning Vivian was armor.I showered. Applied makeup with military precision. Foundation to hide the dark circles. Concealer for the evidence of last night's tears. Mascara. Lip color. War paint.My suit was charcoal gray. Designer. Fitted to perfection. It cost more than my first car, but in this world, appearance was currency.Hair went into a controlled twist at the nape of my neck. Not a strand out of place.I looked at myself in the mirror. Gone was the woman who had knelt on the floor, begging, sobbing, coming apart. In her place stood someone untouchable.This was the version of me that the world saw. The version that had survived two years as Alexander Kane's executive assistant.The man was impossible.I grabbed my bag and headed out the door. The coffee shop on the corner knew my

I couldn't sleep.My mind kept circling back to the same questions. How did Sir know my schedule? Why did Alexander's comment sound so strange?Around 2 AM, I gave up on rest. Grabbed my laptop. Logged into the messaging platform.Sir's profile showed him offline. But I typed anyway.We need to talk.I stared at the blinking cursor. Added more.You've known things about me. Things I never told you. My meeting times. My work schedule. How?I hit send. Waited.Nothing.I waited longer. Refreshed the page. Checked my phone.Still nothing.Finally, at 2:47 AM, his response came through.I pay attention to details, Velvet. That's what makes me good at what I do.That wasn't an answer.That's not an answer, I typed back.You've mentioned having a demanding boss. High-pressure job. I extrapolated.Extrapolated my exact meeting times?A long pause.Would you believe me if I said I was observant?I don't know what to believe anymore.Another pause. Longer this time.Then: What are you afraid o

POV: Vivian | Timeline: Tuesday afternoon"Is there something you need to tell me, Vivian?"Alexander's voice cut through the air like a blade. I stood frozen in the conference room doorway, heart pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears."I'm fine, Mr. Kane." The lie tasted bitter on my tongue. "The room was warm. I got a little flushed during the presentation."He studied me for a long moment. Those dark eyes swept over my face, down my body, back up again. Like he was cataloging every detail. Every micro-expression. Every tiny tell that might give me away."You're usually more composed."He moved closer. One step. Two. Until he was right there, barely a foot away. Close enough that I could smell his cologne—something expensive, woodsy, with hints of leather and sandalwood. Something strangely familiar in a way I couldn't place.My body responded before my mind could catch up. Heat pooled between my thighs. My nipples tightened under my blouse. I pressed my legs together, trying

POV: Vivian | Timeline: Wednesday, lunch with Natasha"You look like absolute shit."Natasha never minced words. That was why I loved her.We sat in our usual booth at the café around the corner from my office. Wednesday lunch. Our standing date. The only hour of my week when I could be completely, brutally honest with someone who knew all my secrets.Well. Almost all of them."Thanks," I said dryly. "That's exactly the ego boost I needed today.""I'm serious, Viv." She leaned forward, concern creasing her forehead. "You've got dark circles that could double as bruises. Your hands are shaking so bad you almost knocked over your coffee twice. And you keep looking over your shoulder like someone's following you. When did you last actually sleep?""Define sleep.""More than two consecutive hours without waking up drenched in sweat or with your hand between your legs."I winced. She knew me too well."Then... I don't remember. Saturday?

POV: Vivian | Timeline: Wednesday nightMidnight.I knelt in my bedroom, wearing red silk—a negligee I'd bought months ago because Sir said the color would look beautiful against my skin. He was right. He was always right.The laptop was open on my bed. The camera light blinked red. He was watching.His face was shadow and suggestion, as always. Just the outline of a jaw. The curve of a mouth. But tonight I searched the darkness for clues. The shape of his shoulders. The way he held himself."You look beautiful, Velvet." His voice poured through my earpiece like honey. "Red suits you. It makes you look like fire given form.""Thank you, Sir.""Are you ready to scene?""No." The word came out stronger than I expected. "I need to talk first. I need answers."A pause. "About?""About who you are. About whether we've met. About why you know things you couldn't possibly know." I took a breath. "I've spent three days losing my mind over th