All Chapters of My Husband's Billionaire Boss Shouldn't Know How I Taste : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

[Alma] I gulped down, my eyes fixed on the closed door as if Mason would walk back in if I looked hard enough Walk back in and take back those words. "Tessy needs me." "Nothing is more important than making sure she's safe." "You’ve been terribly out of shape." The words echoed in my head over and over again, carving themselves deeper each time. My chest tightened painfully as I tried—and failed—to hold the tears back. My hand pressed against the wall as I staggered slightly, as though the weight of it all had finally become too heavy to stand under. Our marriage was supposed to be one year old today… But Mason had stopped being mine six months into it. Six months since something in him shifted. Six months since I started learning how to exist beside a man who no longer looked at me like I mattered. And in those six months, I kept convincing myself I was the problem. Maybe I wasn’t trying hard enough. Maybe I was failing as a wife without realizing it.

[Zevyn]A damn bold one. Captivating green eyes.That was the first thought that cut through me the moment she grabbed my shirt and crashed her lips onto mine.And then those curves—locked into a red dress that shouldn’t have looked that dangerous on her.I am a man people learned not to breathe too loudly around.A man who didn’t tolerate disrespect.I despised women who threw themselves at men with cheap excuses. It always disgusted me.But not tonight.Because the moment her mouth met mine, every discipline I had held onto snapped clean out of place.And I knew then—I wanted her.Wanted to see what was underneath that red dress.And I wasn’t backing down.I don’t go back on my words.Not once.Not ever.Because right now the green eyes in my hotel room, on my bed, were staring up at me like she already realized she’d made a mistake.Too late."Strip."The word left my lips and her eyes widened.I watched her swallow, her thighs pressing together as she knelt there, caught between h

[Alma] I paced my bedroom like a woman on the verge of losing her mind. My heart thumped hard in my chest as I stared at my phone, like staring hard enough could make me see things I needed. I forced down the lump in my throat, trying to calm my racing heart, even when it felt impossible. I’d left that hotel room an hour ago, fleeing like a woman being chased...not giving a fuck about how people were staring at me. I had the perfect lies lined up on my tongue—on where to tell my husband I slept last night, only for me to walk into an empty house. Mason's car wasn’t parked outside. He wasn’t home. And you want to know the worst part? He wasn’t picking up my calls. And that—that was the exact reason I felt like I was going insane. "What if he found out? What if he saw me at that club kissing a stranger? What if… what if… fuck!" I growled, the what-ifs lining up, each one worse than the last. I couldn’t remember the last time Mason had called me on the phone. Of course,

[Alma] "You want to start fucking talking?" Mason’s voice cut through the room, sharp and heavy, and my entire body froze. My hand curled tightly at my side as I tried to draw a steady breath, but it felt impossible. I knew it. I fucking knew it. How could his boss not tell him? He's a secretary to his boss, which means they are close and he must have…fuck! "I'm talking to you," Mason said again, his voice low, controlled. I took a step forward without thinking. Tears pricked my eyes, stinging as I opened my mouth to speak, then closed it again. "Mason, listen…I… I can explain. It’s not…" "Then start explaining. I’m listening. What exactly were you doing in my workplace?" Mason’s words hit me like a fist. My heart kicked hard against my ribs. I lifted my eyes slowly to meet his. His workplace? Is that what he meant? My mind whirled, clinging to fragments of hope. Is that what he's asking? Then... "I came to bring you lunch, Mason," I said before I could stop myself.

[Zevyn] My fingers tapped lazily against the wooden desk as I stared at the small case between my fingers. I tilted my head, trying to make sense of it. I'd intentionally not taken the content in this small case last night to make sure I understood what exactly was going on with me, but it happened like every other night. I couldn't get a wink of sleep. The same way it has been for the past nineteen years, and that pulls me back to the question that has been swirling around my head for over eight fucking hours. Why? Why the fuck did my eyelids shut tight for more than three hours two nights ago? Why the hell did my body ease up that much beside her? My jaw ticked as I tried and failed to get those images off my head. I fuck women now and then, and when I mean fuck, I fuck until they are drained completely, that's how it's always been and none of them, not a single one of them has ever occupied my head for a minute. When I walk out of that setting, their image, the way