All Chapters of The Boss Who Saved Me From My Stalker Ex: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Evelyn Reeve was cementing her position. It wasn't just about the work anymore; it was the way Jovan looked at her when he thought no one was watching.If I let this continue, she’d be untouchable.Riley Pratt, one of the HR guys, walked past my desk carrying a stack of files. I smoothed my expression into something warm and inviting."Hey, Riley. You got a second?"He stopped, adjusting his glasses. "Sure, Chloe. What’s up?""Evelyn," I said, my tone casual, almost admiring. "She’s such a powerhouse. Where did she work before she moved down here to Miami? Her New York experience really shows."Riley thought for a moment, mentally flipping through the digital files he’d processed. "Evelyn? Oh, she came from Kensington Tech Industries. Based in the Veridian Atrium, Midtown."My pulse quickened. Kensington Tech. Veridian Atrium."High-end stuff," I said, a sharp little smile playing on my lips. "No wonder she’s so polished."

POV: Evelyn ReeveI stood frozen, my heels rooted to the breakroom floor for several seconds after Jovan’s silhouette vanished past the door.I took a sharp, jagged breath, trying to stifle the frantic drumming against my ribs. My skin still felt electrified where he’d touched me—a lingering warmth that made the air in the room feel suddenly too thin.My grip tightened around the white ceramic mug until my knuckles turned as pale as the porcelain. I closed my eyes, forcing my features into a mask of professional indifference. I couldn't walk back out there with flushed cheeks and eyes that betrayed exactly how much his presence rattled me.I didn't want the rest of the office to see the cracks in my armor.I started toward the exit, my mind already pivoting back to the spreadsheets waiting on my desk. I needed the safety of numbers and logic.But my feet stopped dead when I saw the figure looming in the doorway.Chloe Hayes was leanin

POV: Evelyn ReeveI checked my watch for the tenth time in the last hour. The second hand seemed to be dragging itself through molasses, mocking the knot of anxiety tightening in my chest.The latte on my desk was a lost cause—stone cold and untouched for two hours, leaving a dark, bitter ring at the bottom of the ceramic mug. I couldn't even swallow my own spit, let alone a drink.Ever since the lunch break ended, Jovan’s office door had remained a solid, impenetrable slab of oak. No one went in, and more importantly, he hadn't come out. Not even for his usual mid-afternoon caffeine run.I tried to force my eyes back to the rows of financial data flickering on my monitor, but the numbers were just a blur. Instead, Chloe’s venomous whisper from the breakroom this morning kept looping in my brain like a broken record.Her words were a serrated blade, twisting every time I took a breath. But it wasn't just Chloe's malice that was eating me alive—it w

POV: EvelynThe roar of Jovan’s Triumph finally cut out, leaving a ringing silence in the humid night air. He’d pulled up right in front of Shae’s place, the bike idling for a second before the world went quiet.I slid off the leather seat a little too quickly. My legs felt like jelly, and my chest was tight—not from the speed, but from the way I’d been pressed against his back for the last twenty minutes. Every time he shifted gears, every time he leaned into a turn, I had to hold on tighter. It was too much. Too close.I tried to pull oxygen into my lungs, but the air felt heavy.I hadn’t even taken two steps toward the gate when I felt it. Fingers circling my wrist. It wasn’t a rough grip, but it was firm enough to lock me in place. I froze.Jovan didn't let go as he kicked the stand down and dismounted. He stepped into my space, looming over me until I was forced to look up. His face was inches from mine, his sharp, dark eyes hooded in the dim

POV: Evelyn ReeveI stayed facedown on the mattress for a long time, my face buried in a silk pillow to stifle the remnants of a frustrated groan. My breathing was finally returning to a steady rhythm, but my heart? My heart was a frantic metronome, skipping beats every time Jovan’s voice echoed in the back of my mind.The dim light of the floor lamp cast long, soft shadows against the walls of my Tribeca penthouse. I turned my head slowly, eyes landing on my phone. It sat there on the duvet, dark and silent, yet I couldn't look away.Then, the vibration came.A dull thrum against the mattress made my stomach do a slow, agonizing flip. The screen sparked to life, a single notification banner cutting through the dark. It wasn’t a call. It wasn’t Sophie or Maya. It was a text from a number I hadn't saved yet, but the area code was unmistakable.Jovan: Have you eaten yet?I held my breath, my lungs suddenly forgetting their primary function. My