All Chapters of He Cheated so I Did too With My Obsessive Boss : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

But then the fear crept in, sharp and unwelcome. What if one day the pull becomes too strong? What if, because of too much restraint, he finally runs off with a younger woman and our chapter ends just like that?No. I refused to let that happen. I wouldn’t cage him with my insecurities. Instead, I would give him his freedom — the freedom to chase whatever he wanted, whoever he wanted — as long as I remained his number one. His priority. His home. There was no need to deprive him of his desires. I wanted him to own every filthy little craving, every fantasy, so he would never grow tired of me. Never get bored. If satisfying those urges with others kept him addicted to us, then I would make it possible.I smiled up at him, my decision made. “Let’s go to my chambers,” I whispered, standing up gracefully. Teddy followed without hesitation, his hand resting possessively on my lower back.As we moved through the club, I leaned toward the head of my strippers, Vivian, and whispered instructi

As soon as he stepped inside, his eyes widened in genuine surprise. “Wow,” he breathed, slowly turning around. “This place looks even better than I remembered. I can see you added a few things.”I chuckled softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Just made it a little more stylish. Glad you noticed.”Before I could say another word, he closed the distance between us in two strides and pulled me into his arms. His mouth crashed down on mine, hungry and demanding. His hands roamed possessively over my body—squeezing my waist, sliding down to grip my ass, then moving up to caress my breasts through my gown. I had no choice but to melt into him and play along, my body already responding to his familiar touch.He shrugged off his jacket, letting it fall to the floor. I worked quickly on the buttons of his shirt, revealing the hard planes of his chest. His breathing grew heavier as he watched me.“Strip for me, Amanda,” he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.A small smile pl

Two days dragged by in heavy silence. Teddy hadn’t called. He hadn’t texted. Neither had I. I told myself it was for the best—he needed time to realize we could never be like normal couples. I wouldn’t chase him or force him. When he finally came back, it would be because he was ready to accept every side of me, the dark and the light. After all, he wasn’t a boy anymore. He was a man now, and this time, there would be no illusions about who I really was.That morning, I descended from my private suite into the club. The lights were low, the music silent. The cleaners moved quietly through the space, wiping down tables, vacuuming the floors, erasing the evidence of another wild night. The air still carried faint traces of perfume, smoke, and spilled liquor.And then I saw him.Teddy sat alone at the bar, nursing a glass of whiskey even though it was barely past ten. My heart slammed against my ribs. A rush of warmth and relief flooded through me so strongly it almost made me dizzy. God

Suddenly, he stood up, lifting me with him. He pressed my back against the cool wall, kissing my neck, my cheeks, and my swollen lips with desperate hunger. Then he entered me again in one powerful thrust, holding me up as he fucked me against the wall. My legs wrapped tightly around his waist.“Yeah?” he growled, eyes locked on mine.“Oh yeah… fuck the shit out of me,” I begged.He carried me back to the bed in a few quick strides and threw me onto the black silk sheets. I bounced once before he was on me again, hungry and unrelenting.Teddy knelt on the black silk bed, his muscular thighs spread, cock hard and glistening from my earlier wetness. He looked down at me with dark, commanding eyes.“Go on,” he ordered, voice rough with need. “Suck my dick, Amanda. You’re the only one who can suck me right.”I smiled, a thrill racing through my body at his possessive tone. Without hesitation, I rushed forward on my knees and grabbed his thick cock with both hands. My mouth was on him inst

For months after that night, Teddy kept asking about Miranda. Every time he visited, he would casually bring her up, wondering why she had suddenly disappeared. I always gave him the same answer: “She quit. She’s not coming back.”He wasn’t happy about it. I could see the suspicion and frustration in his eyes, but he eventually let it go. He had no choice.Years passed.Teddy had transformed into a completely different man — strong, powerful, and undeniably dangerous. In business, he had taken over his father’s empire and built it into something far more ruthless and successful. His name now carried weight in the city. In appearance, he had become even more striking: taller, broader, with a sculpted, powerful body that spoke of discipline and strength. His jaw was sharper, his eyes darker, and his presence alone could command a room. He was no longer the boy I once knew. He was a man who took what he wanted — and I had become dangerously addicted to him.The worst part was how rarely