Todos los capítulos de My Husband's Billionaire Boss Shouldn't Know How I Taste : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

[Alma]"Be there in an hour." That was all I heard before the line went dead. My heart thumped so loudly in my chest, I'm sure the cab driver could hear it.My hand trembled as I gripped my phone like a lifeline, my eyes fixed directly on the screen.If he said he'll send an address, then he will...I have to wait, I just..."Ma'am, I've been driving for over twenty minutes, where exactly are we heading to," the cab driver's voice cut through my thoughts. I blinked, clutching my phone tightly as I stared back at him."Please...just...just keep going, I'll give you an address soon," I mumbled, staring back at my screen, silently praying that Mr Steele meant his words. That this wasn't just a way to keep me from calling his phone; I mean, he hung up on me, and I had to call countless times before he finally picked up.What if it's just a way to...The soft ding of my phone sliced through my thoughts and I don't think I've ever stared at my phone this fast.My fingers moved so fast as I c

[Alma] "It happens on my terms." I blinked. Hard. My heartbeat thudded loudly in my chest as I stared at the man in front of me, struggling to focus on what he just said. My breath came out thinner than I wanted as I held it together, forcing my shoulders to stay relaxed even when everything in me had already tensed. I forced myself to breathe, my hand curling into a tight fist as I forced the words out. "What...what terms?" His gaze dropped to my lips—it was subtle, I could have missed it, if my eyes weren't on his. He finally leaned back and I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. My lips pressed into a tight line as I fought what my body was demanding right now—to clench my fucking thighs. I feel disgusted, so fucking disgusted that my pussy is dripping from being close to my husband's boss. "If you need it that badly, don’t hide it." My breath hitched as his gaze dropped—slow, deliberate—settling on my thighs like he could see straight through me. "You’re not ev

[Alma] I stared at my phone for what felt like an eternity. I don't think I've ever stared so hard at my phone the way I've been doing these past weeks. I should be glad he hasn't contacted me in over one week now. It's been two weeks since I walked into that hotel to plead with my husband's boss—only to be given a term that made me restless for days—the terms I still do not understand up until this very second. My gaze has been lingering on my phone day and night waiting for anything—maybe a call from him, an explanation of what those terms were, but all I got was silence. No word, nothing. My eyes didn't stop searching Mason's face every single day he walked back from work, waiting for any slip, for any look that would tell me that he already found out that his boss fucked me. But there were none. And then there's the guilt. The one that slams inside me whenever I stare at Mason knowing what I did behind him. I still feel my body tensing up whenever Mason randomly c

[Alma]I couldn’t breathe.No matter how hard I dragged air into my lungs, it still wasn’t enough.I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection—at the red dress clinging to my body—but I couldn’t see any of it. My fingers trembled as my gaze flicked to the wall clock.Fifty minutes.Fifty minutes since the message came in.Fifty minutes of pretending to move around Mason like nothing was wrong—like I wasn’t seconds from falling apart.Why? The question wouldn’t stop circling my head.Why today of all days?How was I supposed to do this?I can't skip Mason’s grandmother’s birthday. And ignoring Mason's boss is...is not an option.I mean, what if I ignore him and he tells Mason everything?"And you’re not going out like that, are you? Do you ever do anything right Alma?"Mason’s voice cut through my thoughts and I flinched, my heart jumping straight into my throat.I stared back at the mirror and blinked.Once.Twice.My eyes went wide. "Oh my..." I had my dress on wrong—

[Alma]"It was a mistake," the words flew off my lips before I could stop them. "I'll pay for it...just...just tell me the price."Mr Steele stared at me, his face unreadable, blank—and that made it worse. There was nothing to hold onto. Just that stillness that made my chest tighten the longer it stretched.I’d heard from Mason back then about how scary and stone-hearted his boss was. Mason always called him the devil, said no one crossed him and walked away free—and here I was, barely a few minutes in here, and I’d already made a mess I couldn’t undo.What the hell is wrong with me?And why isn’t he saying anything?"Two hundred million."The words cut through the air and I went completely still. For a second, I thought I misheard him. I blinked hard, my breath catching halfway in my throat as I tried to make sense of what he’d just said."Wire or cash?" he added, a faint smirk touching his lips as he took a step forward, like he hadn’t just thrown something impossible at me.My hea