All Chapters of My Ex-Husband’s Billionaire Boss Wants Me.: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

GemmaGigi looked at me and sighed for the umpteenth time.“Gemma… do you really want to do this?”I rolled my eyes as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.The midnight-blue dress hugged my body perfectly, the silky fabric clinging to my curves without looking overly desperate. My dark wavy hair flowed over my shoulders, framing my lightly tanned skin beautifully. The silver earrings dangling from my ears caught the light every time I moved.Simple. Elegant. Classic.Exactly the look I was going for tonight.“Gemma…”It was my turn to sigh this time.“Stop worrying like a mother hen, Gigi. It’s not like I’m going out to murder someone.”Gigi crossed her arms, clearly unconvinced.“With you, I honestly can’t tell anymore.”I laughed softly and turned back toward the mirror, applying the final touch of lipstick to my lips.Perfect.Without looking back, I stretched my hand toward Gigi. She stared at it for a few seconds before shaking her head.“You’re seriously impossible.”Relucta

JulianI gently wiped the sweat from Gemma’ forehead with the tissue, watching as her brows furrowed slightly in discomfort.A few seconds later, she stirred softly against the bed.Her lashes fluttered open slowly, confusion immediately filling her sleepy eyes as she glanced around the room, then her gaze landed on me.“What happened?” she asked weakly. “How did you get here?”She tried to sit up immediately, but I placed a hand lightly on her shoulder and carefully helped her sit up against the headboard.“I was talking to you on the phone, then suddenly you stopped responding. I had a bad feeling and had to make inquiries about where you lived so I could come check on you. The estate management was of great help, and I also called a doctor. He should be here soon to—”“No. Don’t bother with the doctor. I’m fine now. I just got stressed out.”She muttered under her breath, irritation flashing across her face.“That idiot Richard came over here yelling and screaming like a lunatic th

GemmaI woke up to the smell of pancakes.The rich buttery aroma drifted through the cabin, wrapped in hints of vanilla and maple that curled lazily through the cold morning air.The scent hit me again.Pancakes. Fresh coffee. Bacon.My stomach betrayed me with a growl.I ran my fingers through my messy hair and stepped out of the room in the oversized shirt I had slept in, following the delicious scent down the hallway.I walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in my tracks.Julian stood in front of the stove wearing only a pair of dark gray shorts, shirtless, with a black apron tied low around his waist.The sight felt almost unreal, like some Greek god had wandered into a kitchen and decided to play house. Apollo himself probably looked less sinful.“You keep staring at me like that, and I’m going to assume you’re more interested in me than the pancakes.”I blinked. How did he know I was there?He hadn’t even turned around yet.He finally glanced over his shoulder and winked, a s

Gemma Something instantly shifted in Julian’s expression. His eyes darkened, making my heartbeat quicken. He slipped one arm beneath my knees and lifted me into his arms. A surprised laugh escaped me as he carried me toward his bedroom, stealing slow kisses between every step. Every touch felt intentional. He laid me gently on the bed without breaking the kiss. My breath caught in my throat as his fingers traced my skin. He slowly removed my clothes, planting soft kisses all over my body. My body had already betrayed me; every kiss and gentle touch left me aching for him. “Julian…” I breathed out in pleasure. I was already trembling with anticipation, his fingers gently teasing me until another soft moan escaped my lips. “Nnngghh!” I reached for him in return, slipping my hand under the waistband of his trousers. The moment I touched him, his breathing hitched. I moved my hand slowly, savoring the way his body responded to mine as he continued teasing me. Gradually, his movemen

Gemma“I’m sorry, Miss Gemma.”Those were the first words Jonathan Reed, my manager, said after asking me to sit down.“The board has decided to place you on indefinite suspension until this matter is fully resolved.”“Was I ever going to be allowed to explain myself?” I asked quietly.My question seemed to catch him off guard. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, suddenly finding the documents in front of him more interesting than looking me in the eye.“Miss Gemma, if this were my decision, we wouldn’t be having this conversation,” he said apologetically. “I’m afraid the board has already made its decision.”“We value everything you’ve done for this company,” he continued. “Unfortunately, some of our clients have expressed concerns about the negative publicity surrounding your name.”Negative publicity.Such a fancy corporate term for, “We believe the internet more than we believe you.”I smiled politely and thanked them for letting me know.I understood. It didn’t make it hurt a