Lahat ng Kabanata ng Falling for my ex’s boss: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Alex’s POV I hate Vegas but somehow I am always in the heart of the city for one business meeting or the other. The thing about Vegas is, it always smells like desperation. Cheap perfume, stale whiskey, and the electric hum of bad decisions waiting to happen. I should be used to it by now, from the relentless noise, the synthetic glitz, the way time folds in on itself when you’re drowning in too many flashing lights down to the hollow promises. But here I am again, standing in a room full of overeager tech bros and recycled sales pitches, nursing a drink I don’t want and counting the hours until I can get the hell out of here. All while keeping a neutral face of course “Mr. Kincaid, pleasure to finally meet you.” Some kid in an ill-fitting suit shoves a sweaty palm at me. I don’t bother remembering his name. I won’t need it tomorrow or ever. That is if he doesn't make a name for himself at all. “Likewise,” I lie, offering the kind of practiced smile that never reaches my ey

Alex’s POVI’m halfway through a bourbon I don’t want, standing by the elevator bank in my hotel lobby, when I see her.At first, I think I’m imagining it. Some kind of hallucination brought about by both exhaustion and unexplainable obsession. But no, it’s her. The brunette from last night’s mixer. The woman I couldn’t stop watching and sadly, my employee's fiancee. My hand clench at the thought of her belonging to another man. She has been occupying more of my headspace than I care to admit and she’s in a fucking wedding dress. Barefoot. Hair a little wild. A nearly empty bottle of Dom Pérignon dangling from one hand like a weapon and an emotional shield. The other hand lifts the edge of her beaded, silk train as she strides through the lobby like she owns the place. Or like she’s about to burn it to the ground. I can't tell which.I notice as heads turn and people stare. A bellman drops a luggage cart to gawk while a middle-aged couple pauses mid-conversation, the wife’s mouth fal

Alex’s POVMy mornings always feel like punishment with the light being too bright and kind of exposing every mistake made under the cover if darkness but this morning, it doesn't feel that way because I wake up with a gorgeous woman by my side.Melody Jansen-Kincaid is laying in my arms and not a single goddamn regret.She’s half sprawled across my chest, one leg tangled with mine, hair a dark, messy halo on the pillow. The silk sheets are twisted around us, evidence of everything we did last night and a little of what we didn’t get around to because she fell asleep. I feel good. Really fucking good.There’s something about her I can't seem to place my hand on. Maybe is the way she moves or laughs. It might just be how beautiful she is and how each time she smiles, I feel my cock twitch.She was meant for me. I knew it the moment I saw her at that mixer. I saw it again when she stood in that awful chapel and told me “I do” without letting her thoughts win. And last night when she mo

Alex’s POV I was standing behind the door, waiting for her to come in and immediately she steps into the office, I lock the door behind. I watch as the click of the lock makes her freeze in shock for a minute before she turns around to face me. She knows exactly what that sound means. It means privacy and freedom to do whatever I want. And I want to do a lot of things. To her, the lock sounds like the same way a trapped animal hears the hungry growl of it's predator. Good. She's looking at me with narrowed eyes, her hands fidgeting until she decides to put them on her hips, like she isn’t trembling underneath all that. My brave little girl. Brave and furious and cornered. “What are you doing? Unlock the door, Alexander.” Her voice is low and firm. I lean back against the door, watching her. She called me by my name. Really fearless. I'm taking my sweet time while I study her. I let my eyes drag over her. From her hair to her face, her tight silk blouse tha

Alex’s POVThe door shuts behind us as we enter my house. Our house. She doesn't realize it yet, but she belongs here. To me and me alone.I watch her move around the living room slowly pretending like she isn’t rattled. She's still wearing the T-shirt she opened the door with back at her place. It clings to her curves like sin itself, and every movement she makes, makes my cock come alive. I could fuck her right now against the wall, but I won’t. Not yet. I have other things to establish first.She's looking around the house. She drops her bag on the sofa and glances at the hallway leading to the guest room, then at the master bedroom door“This isn’t happening, Kincaid,” she says, shaking her head “I’ll stay in the guest room.”“No.” I answer immediately and she turns to face me fully. “I’m not sharing a bed with you.”I step closer, watching her closely. “You’re my wife.”“This isn’t a marriage. It’s a fucking hostage situation.”I almost smile. I like her angry. “Hostage?" I as