บททั้งหมดของ Fake Fiancée, Real Boss: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

Asia's POVMy heart slammed so hard against my chest. The stranger’s arm stayed locked around my waist, firm, unyielding. His body heat seeped into my side,solid,overwhelming, impossible to ignore.Up close, he smelled expensive. Clean. Dangerous.It made my skin prickle.I kept the act going, forcing a soft smile while my eyes flicked past his shoulder. Monroe and Chanel stood a few feet away, watching like vultures waiting for something to fall apart.Monroe’s expression had shifted from smug to irritated in seconds.Good, that meant this was working.The man beside me leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.“Keep smiling, little kitten,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth. “They’re still watching.”A shiver ran through me.My fingers curled into the front of his suit before I could stop myself.Up close, he was even more intimidating. Broad shoulders. Sharp jaw clenched just enough to show tension. And his eyes,dark, focused, unreadable.The kind you didn’t look at

Eden’s POVWhat the fuck just happened?I stood in the master cabin of my yacht, chest rising and falling hard, wearing nothing but my shorts, the taste of Asia still lingering on my lips like something addictive I hadn’t gotten enough of.The room still felt charged.The sheets were twisted beneath me, the faint imprint of her body still there,small, soft, anything but fragile. Fire wrapped in silk that’s what she was.Her fingers had been tangled in my hair moments ago, pulling,urging me closer,her body had arched into mine like she needed this just as much as I did.One more minute.That’s all it would have taken.One more minute and I would’ve been buried deep inside her, consequences be damned.Then her phone rang.The third interruption tonight.I cursed under my breath and pulled away, dragging a hand through my hair as I reached for my phone. I barely even registered the call, my mind still half on her, on the way she had looked beneath me.When I dropped my phone, the silenc

Eden’s POVI should’ve kept walking.That was the smart thing to do.Walk out. Get into the elevator. Pretend none of it happened.Pretend I hadn’t just walked into my own conference room and found the woman who had been living rent free in my head for weeks. Wearing a wedding ring.With a husband.And a child.The elevator doors slid shut behind me.Too slow.Too fucking slow.My jaw tightened as I stabbed the button for my floor harder than necessary.Married.The word sat ugly in my chest.Not because it should’ve mattered.It didn’t.At least, it shouldn’t have.Asia and I had shared one night.Well.Almost.A vacation distraction that should’ve ended exactly where it started.But it didn’t.Instead, she had kissed me like she meant it.Looked at me like she wanted more.Then vanished.No note.No explanation.Nothing.And now she was here.In my building.In my interview room.Looking like she’d seen a ghost.A bitter laugh almost left me.Interesting.The woman who jumped off my

Asia’s POVThe elevator ride down felt longer than it should have.Too quiet.Too slow.Like the building itself was giving me extra time to think about the mistake I had just signed myself into.Six months.Six whole months.Not with just any boss.With HIM.Eden’s last words still clung to me like smoke.‘You should get used to seeing me….six months is a long time.’That man had a way of saying simple things that somehow sounded like a threat.Sometimes like warnings or promise.I wasn’t sure which one it was.By the time the elevator doors finally slid open, my pulse was still too fast.Too uneven.The lobby was crowded.People moved around me with purpose, heels clicking against marble floors, phones pressed to ears, voices blending into one giant blur.Normal.Everything looked offensively normal.Meanwhile, my life had just become significantly more complicated in under an hour.I exhaled slowly and stepped out.The fake ring on my finger suddenly felt unbearable, as if I had pu

Asia’s POVIt was continued working none stop.By noon, I had developed a very specific opinion about Eden Gregory.He was exhausting.Not in the loud, dramatic, impossible to work with kind of way.That, at least, would’ve been straightforward.No.Eden was exhausting in a far more refined manner.The kind that made you question your own competence after every interaction.The kind that somehow turned a simple request into psychological warfare.I was beginning to understand why everyone on this floor moved with such terrifying efficiency.Fear.The answer was fear.Professional, polished fear.I sat at my desk staring at a spreadsheet that had begun to blur into meaningless numbers.Vendor contracts.Budget inconsistencies.Renewal clauses.All things I normally could’ve handled without issue.Normally.Unfortunately, normal had packed its bags and abandoned me sometime around Paris.My phone vibrated quietly beside my laptop.My blood froze.Every muscle in my body locked instantly