All Chapters of My Husband Wants An Open Marriage, Now I'm Dating His Boss: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Harvey's Pov I barely had time to look at Earl before he finally spoke, his calm voice cutting through the girls' teasing and making my stomach twist nervously. “Since it's a dare, it would be a pity if I didn't act on it, wouldn't it?” His eyes settled on me, and there was something almost amused in them as he added, “And unlike some people, I'm actually not that much of a coward.” My heart immediately started beating faster because I knew exactly what he was doing, and judging by the way Chloe and Beatrice started laughing, they knew it too. I glared at him, but the faint smirk on his lips only made my face grow hotter. Earl leaned back slightly before continuing, his tone becoming more casual. “But if the woman doesn't want to, she doesn't have to feel pressured into doing anything, either. She can simply say no.” He paused, glancing down at the empty glass in front of me before adding dramatically, “Although, I would've preferred not to drink tonight, because then I'd actua

Harvey's Pov My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I was certain Harvey could feel it through the towel still wrapped around my waist.She was naked. Completely, unapologetically naked, straddling me with her bare pussy pressed right against the growing bulge beneath the fabric. Her soft, heavy tits hovered just above my face, pink nipples already tight and brushing my chest every time she shifted. The scent of her skin, warm, slightly sweet from whatever perfume she’d worn earlier, mixed with the faint trace of alcohol—flooded my senses.“Harvey…” My voice came out rough, strained. “You’re drunk. We shouldn’t…”She didn’t let me finish. Harvey leaned down and kissed me. Not the shy, hesitant peck from earlier. This was open-mouthed, hungry, messy. Her tongue slid past my lips, tasting of the alcohol she’d been drinking, and she kissed me like she’d been starving for it. My hands flew up on instinct, gripping her bare hips, meaning to push her off. Instead my fingers dug into the

Harvey's Pov I stood there listening, a little stunned. I knew we’d done well at the show, but hearing it laid out like that made it feel real. My designs. The ones I’d stayed up late fixing and reworking. People actually liked them enough to move the whole company’s stock. Earl glanced at me, then looked back at Mark. “Get everyone into the main hall. I want to announce something.” Fifteen minutes later the floor was packed. Designers, assistants, the sales team, even some of the interns who’d been hovering near the back. Earl stood at the front with that calm, confident look he always wore when he was about to make a decision that mattered. “I won’t take long,” he said, voice carrying easily. “You’ve all seen the numbers this morning. The runway win wasn’t just a win for the brand, it was a win for every single person who put in the hours on this collection. Harvey led the design team with work that turned heads and opened doors we didn’t even know were locked. Because of that,

Gigi's Pov I was panting so hard my chest hurt. Sweat dripped down from my eyebrows and into my eyes, making them sting. I kept wiping my face with the back of my hand, but it didn’t help much. My legs were shaking like crazy as I climbed the stairs. One step, then another, then another. I held the cup of coffee tight so I wouldn’t drop it. Hot coffee all over me would just make this day even worse.“Damn you,” I muttered under my breath. “You terrorist.”That was what I called my boss now. Damon Carlisle. The man who hired me as his personal assistant days ago and then decided the best way to use me was to send me on every stupid errand he could think of. Coffee runs. Paper runs. Random stuff from stores two streets away. Anything that meant I had to leave the building and come back tired.On my first day he sent me for coffee. I walked two whole streets to the good place he liked. I took the elevator back up because my feet already hurt. When I handed him the cup he sniffed it, mad

Earl's Pov Mark stood across from my desk, his leather-bound tablet tucked firmly under his left arm. "We found the original post, sir," Mark said, his tone dry, precise, and devoid of any emotion. "The first IP address that uploaded the slanderous photos and launched the smear campaign against Miss Harvey and Atelier Haus belongs to a rogue operative named Sean Miller." I didn't look up from the crystal glass of whiskey in my hand. I simply swirled the amber liquid, watching the heavy ice cube clink against the glass. "Sean Miller," I repeated smoothly. The name tasted foul on my tongue. "The tabloids' favorite paid hitman." "Precisely," Mark replied, tapping his tablet screen to bring up a criminal dossier. "He's a disgraced former journalist notorious for manufacturing high-profile scandals, extortion, and spreading vicious fabrications for top dollar. He’s been arrested four separate times over the last six years and served a three-year federal sentence for felony defamation