All Chapters of Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband!: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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Chapter 161 Alive, for

Climbing out of the wrecked helicopter into the full fury of the blizzard was like being punched in the face by winter itself.The wind stole my breath, a greedy, invisible thief, and the snow, driven horizontally, felt like needles against any exposed skin.I couldn’t see more than two feet in front of me. The world had been reduced to a roaring, white prison.Lochlan, a dark, solid shape ahead, moved with a grim purpose that was both reassuring and mildly offensive. How dare he be so competent?He clipped a line between our belts. ‘Do not let go of this!’ he shouted over the gale. ‘Stay directly behind me!’The hike was a brutal, surreal nightmare.Every step was a war against physics, a desperate heave through deepening drifts that seemed to suck at my boots with malicious intent.The cold seeped through my fashionable but utterly inadequate wool coat within minutes, a deep, aching chill that whispered promises of numbness and worse.My mind retreated into a numb, focused rhythm, a

Chapter 162 Stranded

I listened as the call connected.‘Cameron.’ His voice was all business. ‘Yes. The emergency transponder should have activated upon impact. Confirm you have our coordinates.’ A pause. ‘Good. The aircraft is a total loss. We have taken shelter in a bothy at the transmitted location.’Another pause, longer this time, as he listened to the voice on the other end. ‘Understood. Do not attempt extraction until the storm has fully passed.’A final pause. ‘Yes. Keep me informed.’He hung up and looked at me. ‘The helicopter can’t risk an approach in these conditions. The earliest feasible extraction is tomorrow morning, once the blizzard has moved through.’‘So we just need to tough it out for one night here,’ I said, forcing a cheerfulness I didn’t feel. ‘That’s doable. Hey, I used to sleep out on the beach with nothing but a shovel and a bucket.’But that was in summer, and I had my cats for company, and my grandma’s warm cabin with the kettle always on was mere several hundred metres away.

Chapter 163 Interrupted

‘I’m not gay.’I blinked into the darkness. Of all the things he could have said at that moment.‘Oh,’ I managed. Then I felt it, the hard, undeniable proof of his statement pressing insistently against the back of my thigh through our layers of clothing.A hysterical bubble of laughter threatened to escape.Thank God, I thought.That little, absurd confession seemed to act as a key, turning in a lock we’d both been pretending didn’t exist.The careful, glacial pace shattered. His arms tightened around me, rolling me onto my back.In the faint, dancing firelight, I could see his face above mine. The polite, composed mask was gone, utterly incinerated. He looked at me not as a boss, but with a raw, hungry intensity that stole the air from my lungs. A starving man looking at a feast.A triumphant, giddy thought soared through me: So I hadn’t imagined it. The attraction, the way he looked at me, the desire… it was real.His mouth found mine, and any last pretence of gentlemanly distance v

Chapter 164 Heat-of-the-Moment Madness

‘No,’ Lochlan said, his eyes fixed on the landscape below. ‘To the Black Ridge site.’Cameron gave a single nod, and the helicopter banked away. The flight was short. We reached the sprawling operational base of the wind farm in under twelve minutes.Stefan St John, the operations manager, was waiting, his face a picture of relieved anxiety. He thrust thick, proper overcoats at us. Lochlan shrugged his on and turned to me. ‘You should remain in the office and rest. You’ve had a significant shock.’‘No,’ I said, the word coming out sharper than I intended. I softened it with what I hoped was a professional smile. ‘I’m coming with you. That is, after all, why I came all this way. Isn’t it?’He held my gaze for a moment, then gave a nod. ‘Very well.’We headed for the damaged turbine. I would be the main point of contact for the Health and Safety Executive and the local council, and I needed the facts at my fingertips.Stefan’s efficient secretary materialised at my elbow, and I started f

Chapter 165 The Best News

‘Oh.’Inside, a full-scale riot of joy broke out. Confetti cannons fired. A brass band started playing. I mentally told them all to shut up.But the cynic in me, the survivor, needed confirmation. This was too important to misunderstand. ‘You mean… like a date?’He glanced over, a fleeting look that held a world of patience and something else, something warm and sure. ‘Not like a date, Hyacinth. It IS a date.’‘Oh.’My heart was now doing a series of weird, gymnastic flips in my chest. It was undignified.Then he did something that nearly short-circuited my brain entirely. He reached across the centre console and took my hand. His fingers were warm, his grip firm but gentle. The contact sent a jolt straight through me.‘I have waited long enough,’ he said, his thumb brushing over my knuckles. ‘I hope, perhaps now, you have finally had sufficient distance from Cary to consider moving on. With me.’The words were so careful, so considered. They dismantled me. ‘You’ve been waiting? All th

Chapter 166 So Smitten

Then she stopped, the remote lowering in her hand.She squinted at me. ‘Blimey. Did you win the lottery? Find a forgotten Picasso in a charity shop? What?’‘No,’ I said, the grin refusing to budge.‘Then what’s got you grinning like a Cheshire cat on nitrous oxide? I can practically see your back teeth.’ She muted the film, where someone was silently being chainsawed, and sat up.I couldn’t hold it in. I rushed over and crushed her in a hug. ‘Oh, Portia, you will not believe what just happened.’She patted my back. ‘Alright, calm down, you maniac. Try me. Did you finally shag the boss?’I released her and didn’t even wait to sit properly, perching on the edge of the sofa like a nervous bird. The story of the blizzard, the bothy, the almost-but-not-quite, and then the car ride poured out of me in a breathless, slightly incoherent rush.She took it all in, her lawyer’s face giving nothing away until I finished. Then she just nodded once, slowly. ‘I knew it. I knew he wasn’t gay.’She gav

Chapter 167 Lochlan’s POV: Anonymous Delivery

Kai stood before my desk, tablet in hand, as the Monday morning light cut across the floor. ‘You wished to see me, sir?’‘Yes. Contact the atelier of Elspeth Vaughan on Mount Street. Inform them I require a selection of evening gowns for Ms Galloway’s consideration. They have her measurements on file. Have the selection delivered to Lauderdale Tower by six o’clock this evening.’‘Of course, sir. Any particular style or—’‘Her discretion,’ I said, cutting him off. ‘Just ensure the selection is varied. Once she has made her choice, have them relay the details to you. I will require a dinner suit to complement it.’He nodded, making a note. ‘A coordinating tie and pocket square as well, sir?’‘Naturally.’‘Very good.’‘And send Roy in on your way out, please.’A moment later, Roy appeared, his cap in his hands. ‘Morning, sir.’‘Morning, Roy. I need the Bentley prepared for tomorrow evening. A full detail. It must be immaculate.’‘Right you are, sir. Pick up from Lauderdale Tower?’‘At sev

Chapter 168 Lochlan’s POV: The Threat

‘What is it?’He slid a single, sleek black envelope across the desk. It was heavy, expensive stock. No return address. ‘I’ve had it scanned. It appears to contain a wristwatch and some photographs. Nothing explosive or bioactive.’I opened the seal. The contents spilt onto the blotter.First, a watch. A vintage Cartier Tank, the gold case worn soft at the edges, the sapphire on the winding crown chipped.Garrett Morello’s watch. The one he was wearing the night he drove his car off the bridge.Beneath it, a photograph. A picture of a grave. Garrett’s grave in Green-Wood Cemetery, Brooklyn. Resting on the simple granite headstone was today’s edition of The New York Times.I turned the photograph over. Scrawled on the back in an elegant, looping cursive I recognised immediately was a message: [Visiting old friends before I come to make new ones. My flight to London leaves in 24 hours. Catch me if you can.]A cold, familiar dread, a feeling I hadn’t entertained in years, began to pool in

Chapter 169 Cary’s POV: My Perfect Life

‘Cary.’The voice was a husky purr from the woman draped across my bed.She was all honey-blonde hair and pouting lips, some model or other from a recent launch event. Willing. Eager. She arched her back, inviting a kiss I had no intention of giving.I pushed her shoulder, rolling her onto her back. She pouted, a practised expression of faux offence.Fine. If words were too much, then actions would do. I took hold of the thin strap of her silk dress and yanked it down, the material yielding easily.She didn’t bother with modesty, sticking out her chest with a pride that was both admirable and tedious.My hands moved over her, taking inventory. The perky swell of her tits, the smooth, honey-toned skin of her stomach. I slid a hand into her lace panties, finding her already wet.She ground herself against my fingers, letting out a low, theatrical moan.I placed both hands on her shoulders and pushed down, a silent command.She caught on fast, sliding off the bed to her knees on the expen

Chapter 170 Perfect, Yet Pathetic

I checked my reflection in the mirror.The navy silk dress was a silent masterpiece, the kind of garment that felt like a second skin and a full suit of armour simultaneously.It was, I had to admit, perfect.Portia appeared behind my shoulder, her expression one of grudging admiration. ‘Okay, fine. You look damn nice. I hate that his dress is better than the one I picked. It’s morally offensive.’‘It’s the thought that counts,’ I said, my fingers drifting to the sapphire and diamond brooch pinned at my shoulder. It was an exquisite, intricate thing, a cascade of tiny wheat sheaves that caught the light and fractured it into cold, blue sparks.‘That thing looks like it came out of a vault that requires a retinal scan and a blood oath,’ Portia observed, leaning in. ‘Family heirloom, is it? He’s really pulling out all the stops.’A slow, stupidly pleased smile spread across my face as I met my own gaze in the mirror.I looked happy. It was a strange, foreign expression on my face, and I

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