All Chapters of Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

I spent a sleepless night.It was the first time since our marriage that Cary had slept separately from me. Not just a different bed, but a different room entirely.I had expected the cold shoulder. After all, I’d refused to have sex with him, and no man I knew, certainly no married one, could tolerate that kind of rejection easily.Which is why it came as a surprise to find him sitting at the breakfast table when I came downstairs.He didn’t say much; he never was one for morning conversation at home, but he didn’t seem angry either.Further proof came when Dr Patton arrived for a house call.‘Mr Grant called me last night,’ he explained.I just nodded and led the way upstairs to the bedroom.The injury was on my lower back, to the right, just above my buttock. Examining it properly meant I would have to undress.‘Not you,’ Cary said from the doorway. He tilted his chin towards the woman carrying Dr Patton’s medical case. ‘Let her do it.’‘She’s new, just an intern,’ Dr Patton clarifi

The lift carried me up to the tenth-floor rooftop bar.The turnout for my farewell party was surprisingly large; I didn’t even recognise half the people there. Then again, maybe they were just here for the free drinks.The whole company knew I was the CEO’s rumoured girlfriend. At first, plenty had been sceptical, assuming I’d slept my way to the top. I’d once overheard someone betting a month’s salary that I got my job because I was good at giving blowjobs.But as project after project was successfully landed, as I proved I understood both management and technical details, that chatter had died down.‘I’m sorry to let you all down,’ I said, raising my voice slightly. ‘But for personal reasons, I can’t stay at Mayfair Global any longer. If you ever need my help, just get in touch. And you’re always welcome to call me for a drink.’I raised my glass in a toast to everyone.Rachel Fitz was actually crying. She’d been with me the longest, and we were close.‘Without you, who’s going to pl

Three days later, I went into the office to hand over my duties.Vanessa had already moved into my office with the air of a conquering hero. She had thrown out all the furniture and decorations, and the trophies I had lined up along one wall were tossed carelessly into a bin.The entire department was in a state of panic.Harper pulled me into the break room to unload her frustrations. ‘We were all guessing who would replace you as department head. We didn’t expect a genius, but we certainly didn’t expect a complete idiot. I heard from the secretarial pool that Vanessa doesn’t even know how to use the printer.’‘For real?’‘For real.’ Harper nodded. ‘For two days, she’s done nothing but eat snacks and play games. She downloaded some dodgy game onto her own laptop and got a virus, then she stormed into the secretarial office and commandeered someone else’s computer, accidentally deleting important files. And the most infuriating part? The boss fired the victim, the one whose files were

I took one look at Hyacinth’s outfit and felt my blood pressure spike.That blue skirt was so short I could see nearly all of her thighs. The top was a tight, sleeveless thing that clung to every curve and clearly outlined her bra. It made me want to rip the fucking fabric right off her.‘What are you doing here?’ she demanded.The scowl on her face made it clear my presence was both a surprise and a serious inconvenience.‘I asked you first,’ I snarled. ‘What the hell are you doing here?’‘Playing golf. Same as you.’She always had a tell when she lied. Her eyes would dart away, and then, as if she’d just remembered that would give her away, she’d force herself to hold my gaze.Just like she was doing right now.‘Same as me?’ I repeated, grinding the words out between my teeth.‘Yeah. Aren’t you here to play golf?’ She looked pointedly behind me. ‘Or are you on a date?’On a date, my arse.Thinking of the inane small talk and crude jokes from the portly deputy commissioner and his han

‘What, you think someone’s secretly taking pictures of you? Like paparazzi?’ Portia asked.‘No.’ I glanced around but could see no one with a camera. ‘Never mind. I must have imagined it.’‘You’re just stressed out.’ Portia patted my arm understandingly. ‘No one’s stalking you.’‘I hope so.’‘You’re not famous.’‘Yeah, I got that, thank you.’‘It’s not like anyone even knows you’re Scary Cary’s wife.’I gave her a playful glare. ‘Point well received, Miss Pierce. I’m a nobody.’‘Ha, I’m just saying, relax. Don’t be so paranoid.’ Her phone rang. She checked the screen. ‘City Council? What do they want with me? Hello? Yes, speaking…’I watched Portia’s face register confusion, then surprise, then pure anger. ‘No, I don’t… what? You can’t do that!’She stabbed the end call button, fuming.‘What’s wrong?’ I asked.‘Some arrogant wanker from the local council says my clinic may have to shut down.’‘What? Why?’‘Something about a CPO, a compulsory purchase order. He says the Council is looki