Semua Bab THE RUTHLESS BILLIONAIRE BOSS'S OBSESSION WITH MY CURVES: Bab 1 - Bab 10

ALEXANDRA'S POVI pushed the heavy wooden door open all the way. The bright light from the overhead fixture hit my eyes and illuminated every single corner of the large bedroom. I stood in the doorway with the pink bakery box pressed against my chest and the wet paper of the rose bouquet clutched tightly in my freezing hand.David lay on his back in the center of the large mattress. The heavy white comforter was pushed entirely off the bed and bunched up on the hardwood floor. Straddling his hips was a tall, incredibly thin woman with long, bleached blonde hair. She leaned forward, resting her perfectly manicured hands flat against his chest. She tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and laughed at his cruel comment about my body.I recognized that loud, obnoxious laugh immediately. I recognized the sharp profile of her face, the expensive gold necklace resting against her collarbone, and the slender curve of her waist. It was my older sister, Chloe.I stopped moving and stared at

MAXIMILIAN’S POVI sat quietly and watched the beautiful woman hold the warm teacup between her shaking hands. She took another slow sip of the hot chamomile tea. The steam rose from the white ceramic cup and warmed her pale cheeks. She lowered the teacup and set it down carefully on the silver tray resting on our wooden table. She pulled my large, dry suit jacket tighter around her wet shoulders and looked directly into my eyes."My name is Alexandra Petrov," she said, her voice sounding completely exhausted and hoarse from crying in the freezing winter rain outside. "I am a data analytics intern. Today was supposed to be my two-year anniversary with my boyfriend, David.""Tell me exactly what David did to you tonight, Alexandra," I instructed her softly. I leaned my tall body forward and rested my forearms on the edge of the dark wooden table to show her I was giving her my complete attention.Alexandra took a deep breath and looked down at her wet leather boots. She began to speak

ALEXANDRA’S POVI walked across the soft carpet of the dining room and approached the circular wooden table. Maximilian stood up from his seat and pulled the empty wooden chair out for me. I stepped forward and sat down on the comfortable cushion. He gently pushed the heavy chair forward until my knees rested comfortably beneath the smooth wooden surface. He walked back around the table and sat down in his own chair.He picked up a pair of silver serving tongs from the center of the table. He carefully transferred three large pieces of cooked bacon, a large portion of warm scrambled eggs, and two thick slices of buttered toast onto a white ceramic plate. He placed the heavy plate directly in front of me. He picked up a glass pitcher and poured fresh orange juice into a tall drinking cup."Thank you for serving the food," I said, picking up a silver fork. "You really did not have to cook breakfast for me. I could have easily ordered room service from the hotel kitchen.""I wanted to coo

ALEXANDRA’S POVI stepped off the crowded train car and walked slowly up the concrete stairs toward the busy street level. The freezing morning wind pushed aggressively against my heavy black wool coat as I walked two long blocks down the crowded Chicago sidewalk. I finally reached the front entrance of the Volkov Industries corporate headquarters. The massive skyscraper stood ninety stories tall, constructed entirely out of highly reflective glass panels and dark steel beams. I pushed the heavy revolving glass doors with my hands and entered the massive, brightly lit main lobby of the building.Dozens of corporate employees wearing expensive tailored suits walked rapidly across the polished marble floor. I reached into my leather purse, pulled out my plastic intern badge, and scanned the printed barcode at the electronic security turnstile. The metal security gates beeped loudly and opened automatically to let me pass through to the elevator bank. I walked directly to the row of silv

ALEXANDRA’S POVI reached behind my back and pushed the heavy oak door until the metal latch clicked securely into the doorframe. The thick wood completely blocked the sounds of the reception area. I turned around and faced the massive glass desk. Maximilian sat in his high-backed leather office chair. He watched my physical movements very closely. I walked across the dark gray carpet and stopped directly in front of the two empty leather chairs positioned opposite his desk."Sit down, Alexandra," Maximilian instructed, pointing his large right hand toward the chair on the left.I pulled the leather chair backward and sat down on the smooth cushion. I placed my black leather presentation folder flat on the clear glass surface of his desk. I smoothed my hands down the fabric of my navy blue pencil skirt to ensure it covered my thick thighs properly. I reached up and pushed the black plastic frames of my prescription glasses higher up the bridge of my nose. My heart beat very rapidly in