All Chapters of One Night Stand With My Billionaire Boss : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

(Ciara’s POV)The office was unusually quiet that afternoon.Not the peaceful kind of quiet.The kind that feels like something is waiting to happen.The air conditioner hummed softly above me while papers were neatly arranged across my desk. I had been trying to focus on a report for the past twenty minutes, but my attention kept slipping in ways I didn’t like.Numbers blurred.Words lost meaning.My mind kept drifting.To Williams.To Tristan.To Lucas.And most frustratingly… to the way my chest still reacted whenever his name crossed my thoughts.I exhaled slowly and pressed my fingers against my temples.“Focus, Ciara,” I muttered under my breath.But focus had not been kind to me lately.Not since everything started shifting again.Not since Lucas re-entered my life like a storm I thought I had survived years ago.A soft knock interrupted my thoughts.Once.Firm.Professional.I straightened slightly in my chair.“Come in,” I said, expecting my assistant.The door opened.And ev

(Lucas’s POV)For the first time in years…I wasn’t thinking about work.Not about contracts.Not about power.Not about reputation.I was thinking about something much simpler.A small hand wrapped around mine.A child’s laughter echoing beside me.Williams.He walked slightly ahead of me on the open walkway, his steps light, his curiosity endless. Every few seconds, he would turn back to check if I was still there, as if part of him didn’t fully trust that I would stay.And each time he looked back…I was still there.That was something I didn’t even realize I needed until now.The air felt different outside the office building.Less suffocating.Less controlled.More real.Williams suddenly stopped near a small open seating area and pointed excitedly at a fountain nearby.“Can we go there?” he asked.I followed his gaze and nodded slightly.“Yes,” I said simply.His face lit up instantly, and he ran toward it without hesitation.I watched him for a moment before following slowly be

(Ciara’s POV)Los Angeles had a way of making people believe in illusions.Everything looked perfect on the surface.Glass buildings that touched the sky.Cars that moved like silence itself.People who smiled like nothing in their lives had ever broken them.And then there was Tristan.One of the most eligible bachelors in the city.One of the richest men alive.A man whose name appeared in business magazines, social columns, and whispered conversations at high-end events.Every woman wanted him.And most men wanted to be him.Yet what made Tristain different wasn’t just his wealth.It wasn’t just his influence.It was the way he carried it all.He was powerful, yes.But he was not loud about it.He was disciplined.Controlled.Calm in a way most powerful men pretended to be.And despite everything people said about him…He was surprisingly humble.The kind of man who didn’t need to remind you of who he was, because his presence already did that for him.I had heard enough about him

(Ciara’s POV)The invitation arrived on a silver tray of polished corporate etiquette.Formal.Carefully worded.Strategically polite.“In celebration of the successful alliance between Blake Holdings and Wilson Enterprises, you are cordially invited to an exclusive private gala hosted by Blake Holdings.”I stared at the letter for a long moment without speaking.Not because I didn’t understand it.But because I understood exactly what it meant.This wasn’t just a celebration.It was presentation.Power being displayed.Control being reinforced.And in some ways…A reminder.A reminder that whatever history existed between Lucas and me…Still existed.Just buried beneath contracts, signatures, and carefully constructed professionalism.I placed the letter down on my desk slowly, leaning back in my chair as I exhaled.Lizzie stood nearby, watching me carefully.“You’re going, right?” she asked.I didn’t answer immediately.Because my first instinct was no.Always no.Distance had becom

(Lucas’s POV)I saw them before they saw me.Ciara.Tristan.And for one brief, terrible moment, I wished I hadn’t looked in their direction at all.The ballroom was alive in the way expensive places always were golden lights hanging from crystal chandeliers, soft music flowing through hidden speakers, glasses clinking gently beneath layers of conversation and laughter. The air smelled faintly of expensive perfume, wine, and polished wood. People moved elegantly through the crowd dressed in tailored suits and shimmering dresses, smiling like life had never once disappointed them.But none of that reached me.Because the moment my eyes landed on her, the rest of the room disappeared.Ciara stood beside Tristan near the center of the hall, illuminated by warm light that softened the edges of her face. Her black dress hugged her figure perfectly, elegant without trying too hard, and her hair rested effortlessly over one shoulder. She looked calm. Comfortable. Beautiful in a way that hurt