Billionaire Boss? Nah, Just A Possessive Husband! のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 261 - チャプター 270

Back at Velos, I went straight to the CEO’s office.I paused outside the door, staring at the pale wood. I could just leave it here. Text him. Like a delivery person.I knocked.‘Come in.’He was at his desk. The midday light from the floor-to-ceiling windows turned him into a silhouette of concentrated power.‘Your lunch, sir.’ I dropped the bag on the nearest table. ‘You should eat it before it gets cold.’He closed his laptop, stood and began to walk towards me.My hand shot out, fingers closing around the cool brass of the door handle.I never got to turn it.An arm locked around my waist. I was pulled backwards, my spine connecting solidly with a chest that felt like it was carved from warm marble. His scent flooded my senses, a dizzying invasion.A large, warm hand splayed across my ribs, his thumb making a slow revolution against the silk of my blouse. His breath fanned my temple. He held me so tightly I could feel the steady, strong beat of his heart against my back.I tilted m

Maureen, mistaking my frozen, expressionless horror for stoic endurance, was impressed. ‘Blimey, you’re a tough one, aren’t you?’ she said cheerfully, and increased the pressure.Stars danced at the edges of my vision. I was fairly sure I could hear the ligaments screaming.‘A bit lighter.’ Cary’s voice cut through the haze of my suffering. He’d leaned forward, a frown on his face. ‘You’re hurting her.’Maureen chuckled, not pausing her torture. ‘She’s not making a peep! She’s fine. Got a higher pain threshold than most blokes, this one.’Cary’s eyes met mine for a fleeting second. He looked away, his jaw tightening.Through the prism of agony, I forced my voice to work. ‘Will it be fully healed by next week? I have… commitments.’Maureen worked the joint, making me see a new colour of pain. ‘If you stay off it as much as you can, yes. But you listen to me, no more silly buggering about in heels. You twist this again now it’s weakened, and you’re looking at proper damage. Maybe even a

Lochlan was silent for a long moment.Then he reached over and took my fidgeting hand, lacing his fingers through mine. ‘Then I’ll just have to prove to you that I’m not. Given time, you’ll see I’m nothing like him.’‘Yeah. Totally. Let’s just… take it slow.’‘But meanwhile,’ he said, his thumb stroking the back of my hand, ‘could you stay away from Cary?’Oh, he was jealous. ‘I didn’t approach him. He approached me. I’m fairly certain he followed me to the clinic.’‘I’ll have someone look into that,’ he said, and the way he said it made it sound like a threat. ‘What did he want to talk to you about?’‘His wedding. Don’t worry, I already told him I wasn’t going, and he actually had the good sense not to give me an invitation. So, crisis averted.’‘Anything else?’‘No.’ I hesitated. ‘Oh, well. About Janine.’‘What about her?’ His tone was neutral, giving nothing away.I wanted to ask. The questions burned on my tongue. Did you spend the night in her flat? Did you go back this morning? W

His handsome face cooled several degrees. He leaned down, his fingers tilting my chin up. ‘Use me and toss me out? Are you really treating me like a rent boy?’‘I wouldn’t dare.’ I shook my head. ‘This is just… mutually agreeable fun between adults. I’m not treating you like a service. And me asking you to leave isn’t me reneging on the deal.’‘If it’s not reneging, what is it? Explain.’I had nothing.Lochlan visibly reined in his temper and sat on the wide lip of the tub. ‘Hyacinth,’ he said, his tone softening into something perilously close to hurt. ‘You can’t just pretend it didn’t happen every single time.’I felt a twinge of guilt. He had a point. It was a bit shitty. ‘Well… we should keep it quiet for a while, then. This sort of thing, out in the open at the office… it wouldn’t be good for either of us, would it?’What I was really thinking was that maybe, after this burst of passion faded, he wouldn’t want it public either. And that would be the cleanest, least messy conclusio

‘Nope.’ I stood and steered her towards the door. ‘We are not having a play-by-play sex talk at nine o’clock in the morning.’‘Fine. What’s a good time for you, then? Tonight. After work. I’m picking you up for drinks. Just us. No Lochlan, no Josh. And you will tell me everything.’‘Fine,’ I grumbled, knowing resistance was futile.Portia sailed out of the study and back into the living room. Her gaze landed on Lochlan, who was now standing by the window. She gave him a teasing smile. ‘Bye then, you two. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.’Lochlan turned. ‘Goodbye, Portia. It was lovely to see you.’The lift doors swallowed her, and the penthouse was suddenly, blessedly quiet again.I emerged from the study, all business. ‘Time for work.’Lochlan picked up his briefcase. ‘After you.’In the lift going down, I formulated my plan. ‘When we get there, you go up first. I’ll follow in… let’s say ten minutes. No, better make it thirty.’He gave me a look that was somewhere between amusement an