All Chapters of The Boss Who Saved Me From My Stalker Ex: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

POV: ChloeThe lights across the marketing floor flickered out, one by one.The only thing cutting through the gloom was the bluish glare of my monitor. It felt cold. Clinical. Just like the silence in this building after 6:00 p.m.I slid my designer bag over my shoulder, taking my time. My eyes scanned the rows of empty cubicles, finally landing on the glass partition of the admin wing.Evelyn’s desk was spotless. Her chair was tucked in with that annoying, perfect precision of hers.Always the martyr. Always the girl who does everything right.A sharp itch of curiosity—poisoned with a heavy dose of resentment—tugged at my heels. I walked toward the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the executive parking lot.I squinted, my gaze cutting through the evening haze of Miami.There.Evelyn was standing by a sleek, black SUV. Jovan was already leaned against the driver's side door, his crew cut sharp under the streetlights. He was laughing at something she said, his shoulders relaxed in

POV: Jovan BradfordThree-thirty in the afternoon.I caught my reflection in the full-length mirror in the corner of my office. A man in a crisp light blue shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, stared back at me.On the surface, he looked like a Senior Executive who had everything under control. Inside? I was a goddamn wreck.I tugged at my collar, then smoothed it out for the tenth time. I turned left, then right, checking for a single wrinkle that shouldn't be there."Okay, Jovan. Relax. Just breathe," I muttered to the glass.I ran my fingers through my crew cut, pushing the hair back before intentionally messing it up a little. I didn't want to look like I was trying too hard, even though I clearly was.This was ridiculous.I’d stood in front of boards of directors, pitching billion-dollar mergers without breaking a sweat. I’d stared down foreign vendors in high-stakes negotiations without blinking.But now? Just the thought of asking a woman to dinner had my palms slick with col

POV: Evelyn ReeveThe last few days had been a blur of stolen glances and shared coffee in the Meridian breakroom. Being around Jovan felt... different. Every day at the office felt less like a chore and more like a countdown until I could see him again. Chloe had stayed quiet, thank God. With Jovan’s presence—and the constant check-ins from Sophie and Shae—the shadows in my mind had finally started to recede.Tonight was the night. Our first unofficial date.I stood frozen in front of the full-length mirror in my bedroom, the cream-colored walls seeming to press in on me. I held my breath as Shae adjusted the collar of my navy silk dress.It was a simple piece—mid-length, A-line, effortlessly elegant. The deep blue made my skin look almost translucent, highlighting the hazel flecks in my eyes. Shae stepped back, her hands clasped over her chest, eyes sparkling with pride."Perfect! I’m serious, Ev. You look absolutely

POV: EvelynThe night breeze drifted across the wooden deck, carrying the sharp, salt-tangled scent of the Atlantic. In the center of our table, the candle flame shivered, casting erratic shadows across the white linen and my own trembling hands.I tried to anchor myself with a smile, but I could feel the cracks. The weight in my chest was a physical thing, cold and suffocating.Jovan set his fork down with a quiet clink. The seafood platter between us—pristine and expensive—remained untouched on my side. He didn't miss a thing. He never did."Evelyn," he said, his voice a low, soothing vibration. "Is the food not to your liking? Or are you just cold?"I jolted, my shoulders locking tight before I managed a quick, unconvincing shake of my head. "What? No, it’s great. Really. I guess... I’m just full."He studied me, his dark eyes searching mine with an intensity that made my breath hitch. Then, his lips quirked into a

POV: Evelyn ReeveThe past week had been a masterclass in performance art.I laughed at Shae’s jokes during our morning coffee, played the role of the blushing bride-to-be in iMessage threads with Noelle, and sent Jovan endless strings of heart emojis as if my world were made of sunshine and expensive champagne.But the moment the deadbolt clicked in my apartment and the lights went out, the mask didn't just slip.It shattered.For the last two nights, I’d been a ghost in my own bed, curled under the duvet with my eyes fixed on the window. Every rattle of the glass from the wind felt like a footstep. Every vibration of my phone felt like a detonator.I was living on caffeine and adrenaline, waiting for the other shoe—or rather, Archer’s next threat—to drop. Monday morning arrived with a brutal, unforgiving glare.Shae’s car pulled up to the Meridian Miami drop-off with its usual