All Chapters of Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

OCEANS.She stilled.She was fucking quiet.I had just handed her the most unguarded thing I had said out loud in eleven years, and she was sitting on my lap looking at me like she was waiting for the part where I told her I was joking.I wasn't joking.I pulled her up in one motion and set her on the desk.She gasped at the shift, her hands flying to my shoulders to steady herself.Her dress rode up with the movement and stayed there."Say something." I reached for the hem of her dress with both hands, pushing it up the rest of the way. My belt came undone. "Would you believe me, Kiss?"She was searching my face. Looking for the exit from what I had just said.There was no exit.This wasn't something I was going to take back."Oceans." Her voice was unsteady. "You can't just — this isn't—"I pushed into her slowly.The rest of the sentence dissolved. Her head dropped back, her hands gripped my shoulders, and the sound she made went straight to my cock."That's not the question, baby.

KISAREL."Take a deep breath, Arel. You need to be smart about this." Elgin kept telling me until we got home and were ready to go to bed.I called Jace more than a dozen times, but he wasn't answering. My stomach turned to liquid. I didn't want to believe something fishy was going on behind me."Go to his house tomorrow," Elgin said as he patted my back soothingly. "Talk to him face to face. Don't do this over the phone."I nodded, wrapping myself up in the duvet as we sat down quietly."Elgin...""Mhm?""There is something I've never told you about. And I think this is the right time," I sat up and rested my back on the headboard."Talk to me, chérie.""The other night... The night I was to travel to DC with my boss. I went to see Jace, and I somehow fell asleep and missed my trip with Oceans...""I recall, Arel. You couldn't stop telling me about how pissed your boss was." Elgin replied."Something strange happened that night," I narrowed my brows as the foggy, choppy memory strugg

KISAREL.I had to leave the house as early as I could today.Elgin was still asleep when I slipped out, with his face buried in the pillow, and one arm dangling off the edge of the bed. I left a note on the kitchen counter and grabbed my bag before I could talk myself out of it.But the truth is, my heart was running wild as I walked into Jace's house unannounced at such an hour.What if I found him cheating on me again?The maid let me in with a raised eyebrow but said nothing. Tisha had stopped questioning my comings and goings a long time ago. I climbed the stairs slowly, knocked on his bedroom door, and pushed it open, and to my relief, he was alone.He just got out of the bathroom, his shirt half buttoned, and his tie draped over his shoulder, moving through his morning like he had nowhere to be for another four hours. He looked up when I walked in, and his whole face changed."Baby." He called with genuine surprise and warmth, crossed to me immediately, and hugged and kissed me

KISAREL.The day went as I had rehearsed, except it was a little bit uncomfortable. Oceans went about his business with a formality so complete that we barely exchanged more than what the job required.I thought about it all through the drive home until I pushed the front door open and stopped.Shopping bags. Everywhere. Scattered across the floor of the living room.I counted fifteen before I stopped counting. Different sizes and different brands.Elgin was on the couch with his arms folded and his legs crossed.He had an expression on his face that communicated, without a single word, that he had been sitting here waiting for me to come home and explain myself for a considerable amount of time."Some men came," he said. "Said it was for you. Specifically for you." He raised his brows. "Would you like to tell me what is going on, chérie?"I couldn't speak because, amongst the bags, my eyes had already found two sitting slightly apart from the others, identical to the one I had droppe

KISAREL.I sat in the back of the cab with my bag clutched against my stomach, watching the city smear itself across the window in streaks of yellow streetlights and passing headlights.I should have been thinking about how fun the coffee date was.Technically, it had gone well.Nessa had been warm. Too warm, maybe. She laughed freely, asked questions that showed that she was trying to care, and listened without checking her phone or pretending to be polite.There was something about her that made it hard to keep my guard up.But why did she react that way when I mentioned Oceans?That question plagued me throughout the drive home.By the time we left the café, I had almost convinced myself I had imagined it. Because she became more than normal after that moment. She became even brighter and livelier, but I still had questions...I hated that I was becoming this woman. The kind who saw danger in everything. The kind who could not have coffee with a beautiful stranger without turning o