All Chapters of Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband!: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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Chapter 111 Lochlan’s POV: Wedding Invitation

The private hospital room was silent save for the soft tap of my fingers on the laptop keyboard.The work was a necessary distraction, a familiar landscape of numbers and strategy that kept my mind from circling the one subject it seemed determined to fixate upon.I paused to take a sip of water, the simple action sending a dull throb through the stitches in my back.I glanced at Roy, who was arranging a stack of financial periodicals on the bedside table. ‘How is she?’ I asked, the question casual, as if it had just occurred to me.He knew exactly who I meant. ‘Hyacinth? She was discharged this morning. Doing well, from what I understand.’I frowned, lowering the glass. ‘This morning?’‘She did come by earlier,’ Roy added, perhaps sensing my displeasure. ‘I believe she intended to visit, but the room was rather occupied at the time. She thought better of intruding.’‘How considerate of her,’ I remarked, my tone even.The fact that she had been so close, only to turn away, was an irrat

Chapter 112 Wild Night

I woke up feeling like a bag of smashed crabs, my head throbbing in time with what I suspected was my own heartbeat.It had been the wildest night I’d had, both pre- and post-divorce.Actually, scratch that. It was the wildest night of my life, full stop.Portia had dragged me to a male strip club. The kind of place where the air is thick with pheromones and cheap champagne, and the definition of personal space is legally dubious.Portia, God bless her unfiltered soul, had been a force of nature, egging me on to stuff crisp twenty-pound notes into a dancer’s minuscule G-string with a cheerleader’s enthusiasm.She’d even convinced me to join a conga line that snaked through the club, led by a man whose oiled pectorals seemed to have their own gravitational pull.It was raucous, unapologetically randy, and exactly the kind of brain-scrambling distraction I’d needed.I almost went home with one of them.His name was Leo, and he was a walking paradox—a sculpture of perfectly defined muscle

Chapter 113 Lochlan the Headline Stripper

I started to back out, my hand going to the door to pull it wider, to let some metaphorical fresh air into the suddenly charged space.‘Close the door,’ a cool voice came from the bed. ‘Unless you’re aiming for me to catch my death of cold.’Right. Of course. I blinked, muttered a quick ‘sorry,’ and pulled the door shut with a soft click. So much for a hasty retreat.I walked over to the vast bed, stopping a good two metres away, a respectful and hopefully non-suggestive distance. ‘Boss,’ I began, my voice overly bright. ‘How’re you feeling?’I asked the question, and then… nothing.My boss, my literal saviour, didn’t even acknowledge I’d spoken.I just stood there, awkwardly, the silence stretching out like a physical presence.Why do I get the feeling that boss is… mad? At me?But what for? Did I use the wrong brand of kale chips? Or had he belatedly realised he’d taken a knife for his Chief of Staff and was now regretting the impulsive move?I didn’t have a clue, and short of telepa

Chapter 114 Lochlan’s POV: I Need a Nurse

I regarded the closed bedroom door with an air of detached coldness, maintaining the expression long after she had gone.After a prolonged moment, I tossed the tablet aside and leaned back against the headboard, massaging my temples with my fingers as I closed my eyes, a restless agitation churning within me.A self-deprecating smile touched my lips. The way I’d acted earlier… how profoundly juvenile.I retrieved the tablet again, subjecting myself once more to the images Portia had so publicly posted.The social media feed was a garish tableau of a male strip club, all neon lights and gyrating, half-naked male bodies.There she was, captured in pixelated glee. Hyacinth.Her grin was wide and unrestrained, her eyes glazed with alcohol, her cheeks flushed with a hectic colour. She was drinking with abandon, a picture of post-divorce liberation.One photograph in particular arrested my attention.A young man, clean-shaven and infuriatingly handsome in a fresh-faced, just-out-of-universit

Chapter 115 Lap Dance Encore

I was sitting in a coffee shop, staring into the middle distance, my mind a tangled mess.I’d sigh one minute, then scowl the next.That dizzy, floaty feeling I’d had, the one that made me feel like I was walking on clouds after learning Lochlan had taken on the Abrams family for me, had protected me, had literally taken a knife for me… it had evaporated completely.Now, in the cold light of day, I realised I’d been an absolute idiot.He’d saved me, he’d had my back, but that didn’t mean we were equals.The boss was the boss. He could be kind and gentlemanly one moment, and then, if I said one wrong thing that brushed against his authority, he could turn razor-sharp and icily arrogant in the next.If I got hurt by that, it was my own fault for not knowing my place. I needed to be sharper, more clear-headed. I couldn’t let his occasional kindness fool me into thinking he was approachable enough to be my friend.And I absolutely, under no circumstances, could let myself indulge in the ri

Chapter 116 Look but Don’t Touch

‘You’ll need to take the robe off, then.’I mentally squared my shoulders, deciding to just get on with it and stop overthinking the entire mortifying situation.Lochlan didn’t move. Not a muscle. He just fixed me with those pale, impossibly deep eyes that seemed to see right through every defence I’d ever erected.I really didn’t want to meet his gaze, so the moment his eyes touched mine, I quickly looked away, feeling like a scolded child.He studied my face.I stared fixedly at his collarbone.Our attention was completely misaligned.The seconds ticked by in the silent room. I waited, but he made no move to undress.A slow, creeping anxiety began to wind its way through me. Oh, for God’s sake. He couldn’t possibly be expecting… me to undress him, could he?I finally glanced up, my expression a mess of unspoken questions. I wanted to ask but had no idea how to phrase it without sounding utterly insane.Finally, feeling like I might suffocate from the tension, I decided to just rip th

Chapter 117 He’s Not That Into You

Lochlan’s voice cut through the quiet, sudden and sharp.It was rough, gravelly, as if his throat were full of hot sand. The tendons in his neck and arms stood out in stark, pronounced relief against his skin.I stopped, the half-wrapped bandage still in my hands. ‘I was almost finished... Did I hurt you?’ I asked, genuinely confused. I thought I’d been incredibly careful.Lochlan’s expression was a complex mix of severity and something else I couldn’t decipher. He brushed my hands aside. ‘Get out. I can manage the rest myself.’His voice was cold. His breathing seemed a little too quick.I just stared at him, a spark of irritation flaring in my chest.I had been trying so hard, and I was sure my touch had been feather-light. What more did he want? God, he was so difficult to please! Being his Chief of Staff was an absolute nightmare.Lochlan seemed to realise he’d been too harsh. He glanced at me, his voice softening a fraction. ‘Go to the kitchen and make me something to eat. Please.

Chapter 118 Lochlan’s POV: Lustful Speculations

I changed into my gym kit, the simple act of pulling on a shirt a careful negotiation with the bandage wrapped around my torso.The home gym was my sanctuary in every property, the one room I insisted on designing to exacting specifications. It was outfitted with professional-grade equipment, all cool steel and muted lighting, a place where order could be forcibly imposed upon chaos.My workout was thorough, a punishing regime of weights and resistance that strained muscles not compromised by the wound. I pushed myself until my lungs burned and sweat stung my eyes, a physical purge for a mind that refused to be cleansed.But no amount of exertion could eclipse the memory of tonight, of Hyacinth in my bedroom.Earlier, when she had sat behind me on the bed and instructed me to remove my robe, my mind, starved of any real intimacy for too long, had immediately descended into the gutter.I couldn’t blame my biology for its reaction. I was alone in my bedroom, on my bed, with the one woman

Chapter 119 All-Night Live Stream of My Sleep

I woke up late.The clock on my bedside table glowed with the time in serene, unforgiving red: 8:30.I was late. Profoundly, career-limitingly late.I snatched my phone from the bedside table, my thumb jabbing at the power button.Nothing.The screen remained a dark, accusatory slab. It had died, the treacherous thing, and taken my alarm with it.‘Oh, for heaven’s sake,’ I snarled at the inanimate object, fumbling for the charger. I plugged it in, watching the little red battery icon appear like a taunt.The moment there was enough juice to flicker to life, the screen lit up with a notification that made my blood run cold.‘Video Call: Lochlan’‘Call Duration: 6h 42m’For a long, horrifying moment, I simply stared.Six hours and forty-two minutes.The maths was inescapable, and the conclusion was apocalyptic.I hadn’t just accidentally called my boss last night. I had provided him with an uninterrupted, all-night live stream of my sleep.The Hyacinth Galloway Sleep Channel. Content inc

Chapter 120 He’s Not Worth the Trouble

I shrugged, choosing my words with care. ‘No, not about the boss per se. He is brilliant. And reliable. And let’s be honest, he’s ridiculously easy on the eyes. But personally, I wouldn’t date a billionaire. Not after…’I trailed off, but both Kai and Roy knew I was talking about Cary.The spectacular drama of my divorce was common knowledge.‘Boss is different,’ Kai argued. ‘He’s not like, you know, the others.’‘I know. Boss is in a league of his own. But it still doesn’t change the fact that he belongs to a certain class, a world I have no business getting mixed up in. Remember Vanessa Abrams?’Both Kai and Roy pulled a face. My abduction by that woman was also common knowledge.‘She only went after me because of Cary, even after he’d turned her down. And I’m sure every billionaire, or even multi-millionaire, attracts their fair share of obsessed fans and stalkers and jealous ex-girlfriends. Vanessa was probably just a minuscule sample.’I shook my head at the memory of her unhinged

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