All Chapters of Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

KISAREL.I was so spent it was embarrassing to think about.I never expected reconciliation with my boss to look or feel like this. To leave me sitting on the edge of his bed at this hour, wincing every time I shifted my weight, with the pleasurable wreckage of the last few hours sitting in every muscle I owned.I knew I should have held onto my anger longer. I knew that. I shouldn't have even let him touch me after all the hurtful things he said to me in his office. But somewhere between the wall and the bed, I had lost every thread of anger entirely and traded it for something considerably less righteous and considerably more honest.The truth was that whatever this was — this forbidden, thoroughly inadvisable thing between my boss and me — it was the most real thing I had felt in years. And this time, I was going to be the selfish one. The cheat. The one without remorse. Jace and Moon had their time. Now, it was mine.I was going to let this run for exactly as long as it lasted, un

OCEANS.I paced her office, waiting for her to push that door open.Staying in my own office and waiting for her to walk through the door had lasted approximately forty seconds before I decided that was not something I was capable of doing. So, I crossed into her office and waited there.My hand curled into a fist, the tension in my fingers so sharp that I could feel it in my wrist. I forced it still.The door suddenly pushed open, and she walked in, still maintaining the same smile she had obviously given to the cab driver."Good morning," She greeted, beaming, as she closed the door."Tell me his name exists in your phone as something boring," I said before she had finished turning back around. "Tell me that right now."She stopped walking.Her brows came together. "What?""Right now, Kiss." I kept both hands in my pockets because that was where they needed to stay. "Tell me.""What are you talking about?" She carefully dropped her bag on her desk and approached me slowly, "Is every

KISAREL.I crossed my legs for the fourth time in twenty minutes, stared at my laptop screen, and saw absolutely nothing on it.Through the glass wall, Oceans sat at the head of his conference table with the J'erope group — three men in expensive suits who had been in his office for the better part of an hour — wearing the expression he reserved for meetings he could conduct in his sleep. He looked so composed, unhurried, and completely at ease.Meanwhile, I was sitting at my desk trying to remember how to operate a keyboard.This was the third meeting he'd had in his office today.So unlike him. He always had his crucial meetings in the conference rooms.And he made sure I never left his sight. Even when I pretended to use the restroom, which was also within our office, he made sure I didn't spend more than two minutes in there.The ache between my thighs had not improved.If anything, it had gotten considerably worse with every hour that passed and every time his eyes found mine thr

OCEANS.The elevator doors slid open, and the first thing I saw was Kiss.She was standing against the wall with her eyes glassy and her jaw set, and the tears sitting at the corners of her eyes that hadn't fallen yet, and the sight of them hit me somewhere so immediate and so complete that I stopped moving for exactly one second.The smirk on Jorinda's face died the moment she registered who had stepped out of that elevator. I watched the confidence drain out of her expression and get replaced by something she reassembled into composure almost fast enough for it to look natural."Mr. Stark." She straightened, adjusted her coffee cup, and produced a smile that had nothing genuine in it. "I'm so glad you're here, actually..."I walked toward them."...because I was just trying to help. Kisarel's family has been worried sick about her, her aunt and uncle have been asking after her, and I was simply passing along the message, and she..." Jorinda gestured toward Kiss like she had been wro

KISAREL.The words 'Minnesota' kept ringing in my head all evening, even as I sat at the table across from where my boss was having his business dinner, staring at the same page of my notepad for the last twenty minutes without reading a single line of it.I had been a bit too distracted, even when I arrived. I had arrived at the restaurant to find Oceans already striding through the entrance, so I had simply fallen into step beside him the professional way — no casual greeting exchanged, no acknowledgment beyond the brief, sideways glance he gave me that moved over my dress and came back to the front without comment. We looked like two people who had spent the whole day doing nothing but being professional.We took our respective tables and focused on things that were important to us. And for me, the most important thing right now was understanding why anyone from Minnesota would call me in the first place.I had an extremely small circle. The kind of life I had while growing up didn