All Chapters of The Boss Who Saved Me From My Stalker Ex: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

POV: Evelyn ReeveThe click of the door was soft, but in the silence of the room, it sounded like a gavel bringing a session to order. Archer didn't say a word as he leaned against the frame, his silhouette backlit by the amber glow of the bedside lamp. I stood a few feet away, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs, fingers twisting the hem of my silk blouse until the fabric groaned."Archer, wait... we shouldn't—"The rest of the sentence died in my throat as he moved. He didn't rush. He drifted toward me with a predatory grace that made my breath hitch. I instinctively brought my hands up, palms flat against his chest. His skin was warm, a sharp contrast to my ice-cold fingers. The space between us vanished, leaving only the scent of his expensive cologne and the suffocating weight of my own hesitation.His hand reached up, fingers brushing the nape of my neck with a touch so light it made me shiver."What are we waiting for, Evie?" his voice was a low, gravelly hum th

POV: EvelynThe city blurred past the window of Sophie’s car, a chaotic smear of yellow cabs and gray concrete. I was barely listening to her chatter about a new gallery opening in Chelsea until we slowed down for a red light near Midtown.That’s when the world stopped.Through the floor-to-ceiling glass of a chic bistro on the corner, I saw him.Archer.He wasn’t alone. Across from him sat a woman with platinum blonde hair that caught the afternoon light like a jagged blade. Sienna Harrington.My lungs seized. I leaned forward, my forehead nearly touching the cold glass of the window, praying I was wrong. Praying it was just a trick of the light. But as Archer tilted his head back to laugh—that familiar, easy laugh I thought belonged only to me—the air left my body in a sharp, painful hiss.No. Please, no.I pressed my hand against my chest, trying to manually jumpstart my heart. It felt like someone had reached inside and twisted my ribs into knots.Sophie noticed the sudden silence

Back at Kensington Tech, the atmosphere was a stark contrast to my misery. Sophie walked through the glass doors, her face a mask of professional ice.Archer was already there, pacing in front of her desk like a caged predator. His face was a storm of tension, his eyes darting toward the door as if expecting me to follow."Sophie. Where’s Evelyn?" he demanded, his voice dropping into that low, commanding register he used when he was losing control.Sophie didn't even look up as she dropped her bag onto her desk. "I took her home. She’s sick."Her voice was flat. No warmth. No room for negotiation. Archer flinched, just for a second, before his jaw set in a hard line. Sophie didn't give him an inch; she immediately started typing, her body language screaming for him to get out of her space.Archer exhaled a sharp, frustrated breath. He pulled out his phone, his thumb hovering over my name.He called once. I didn't answer.He called twice. Nothing.By the fourth attempt, his frustration

Why does it feel different?I had smiled. I had joked. I had nodded to everything he said. But there was a small, dark room in the back of my mind where the truth was screaming, and the door was starting to crack.I closed my eyes, trying to wash away the doubt, but it clung to me like a second skin.***The shower hadn't even stopped dripping when the door opened. I was wrapping a towel around myself, my heart jumping into my throat as Archer stepped in."Archer?"He didn't say anything, just wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling my back against his chest. He buried his face in the curve of my neck."You look incredible like this," he groaned.I tried to shift, my hands clutching the top of the towel. "Archer, wait—""Why didn't you tell me you were getting in?" he murmured, his grip tightening just enough to be possessive. "I thought we could... enjoy the steam together."I swallowed hard. "Archer, I just finished—""Then let's start over."He didn't wait for an answer. He pulle

Archer let out a short huff of a laugh and smiled. "Fine. Point taken."The moment he turned toward the bathroom and the water started running, I grabbed my bag and bolted. I sat on the sofa in the living room for ten seconds, waiting for my heart to stop thundering against my ribs. Then, I left the penthouse without looking back.Down in the lobby, I waited for my Uber. Once I was safely in the back seat and the car began to pull away from the curb, I pulled out my phone.“Archer... breakfast is on the table. My mom just texted, she’s almost at my apartment. I grabbed a ride so you wouldn't be late. See you later.”I hit send and leaned my head against the cool glass of the window. My eyes blurred. I bit my lip until it hurt, refusing to let the first tear fall until I was behind my own locked door.***Back at the penthouse, Archer stepped out of the steam, drying himself off. He dressed for the office in his usual charcoal suit, looking every bit the high-powered manager. He walked