All Chapters of FAKE DATING WITH BENEFITS: MY BILLIONAIRE BOSS: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

~ SIMONThe whiskey bottle was cold against my fingers, but I couldn't feel anything except the weight in my chest.On the terrace, the city sprawled below us like a sea of lights. Stephen leaned against the railing next to me. He'd just shown up at the apartment, close to midnight."So are you going to tell me what happened? Why you're in such a mood? Or do I have to drag it out of you?"I was about to answer when I heard footsteps behind me. Small ones."Uncle Simon?"I turned. Lily stood in the terrace doorway, her stuffed bear dragging behind her, eyes sleepy and cheeks still flushed from her fever."Shouldn't you be in bed, little one?"She shook her head, taking a few hesitant steps toward me. "I can't sleep.""Why not?""Because..." She hesitated, her bottom lip trembling. "I was scared you might have left too. Miss Jamie promised she'd come visit us, but she didn't come." Her eyes dropped. "Adults always say they'll stay. Then they leave."I tightened my grip on the

~ JAMIEThe sun was warm on my face, but I felt hollow.I'd spent the entire night hunched over my laptop, redoing the analysis Simon had demanded like it was some kind of punishment. By seven in the morning, I'd sent it to his inbox with a dry note that made it clear I'd done my job—and nothing more.Now I was sitting on a picnic blanket in Central Park, surrounded by coworkers who had no idea I was running on caffeine and resentment for the past eighteen hours."This is exactly what you needed," Ethan said, handing me a plastic cup of white wine. "Fresh air, sunshine, and absolutely zero corporate drama."I took the cup but didn't drink. "I'm not sure corporate drama takes a day off just because I do.""You're thinking about work again. You're never going to learn how to relax, are you?""Relaxing isn't exactly my specialty.""Then let me help." He stood up, extending his hand. "Come walk with me. Just a lap around the lake. Ten minutes, and then you can go back to being a wo

~ JAMIE"Jamie and I were just reminiscing about an inside joke, weren't we, sweetheart?" Simon's hand found my lower back, warm and possessive. "We're not married, but we're very much together."Vanessa's eyes swept over the scene—Simon's hand on me, the kids clinging to our legs like we were their parents. I saw the exact moment she looked at me like she was pissed I was with someone.Her husband was probably somewhere cheating on her again."Of course," Vanessa said, forcing a smile that didn't reach her eyes. "I just assumed—Jamie mentioned you were engaged, and then I saw you two here, and the children..." She paused, gesturing vaguely at the three little ones attached to us.I felt Simon's thumb trace a slow circle against my spine, and my skin prickled treacherously."And who are these little angels?" Vanessa leaned in slightly, despite her pregnant belly. "Whose children are they?"Lily, still in Simon's arms, answered with all the innocence of a six-year-old: "Our mommy

~ JAMIEThe conference room was already full when I walked in at eight-fifteen Monday morning.Directors occupied both sides of the long mahogany table, laptops open, coffee mugs steaming. The usual pre-meeting buzz hummed through the room until the door at the back opened.Simon Hart walked in like he owned the place.Which he technically did.His navy suit was impeccable, his white shirt perfectly pressed, his tie knotted just so. Not a single hair out of place. His jaw was set in that hard line I'd learned to recognize as his "CEO mode" expression."Good morning, everyone," he said, in that voice that carried such natural authority it made the directors straighten in their chairs. "Let's get started. We have a lot to cover."He took his seat at the head of the table, and for the next forty-five minutes, he was the embodiment of a brilliant executive. Numbers flowed from his lips like poetry. Strategic discussions that would take other CEOs hours were dispatched with sharp ana

~ SIMONThe elevator stopped on the legal floor and I was already moving before the doors finished opening.The hallway was dead quiet. Almost pitch black.I rounded the corner in long strides, breathing controlled, jaw locked.That's when I heard it.The second elevator. Doors sliding open, the sound echoing down the empty corridor like a warning.Shit. He was already here.I picked up the pace, shoes slapping against the marble floor. Her office door was cracked open, a sliver of light spilling into the hallway.I walked in without knocking.Jamie spun around with a start, eyes wide.She was still in her panties. Bra and blouse on the floor, body exposed under the dim glow of the desk lamp."Simon?!" Her voice came out thin. "What... what are you doing here?"I didn't answer.Crossed the room in three steps and killed the lamp. The office dropped into darkness.I pulled the cord, closing the blinds over the glass. The slats clicked into place with a sharp snap.Then I