Todos los capítulos de Hooked On My Boss: Capítulo 21 - Capítulo 30

VALENTINAPeople like to call me a bitch behind closed doors.They assume that if they lower their voices over crystal glasses at charity galas, their little whispers won't reach me.They're wrong.I hear everything.I simply don't care.Kindness in the corporate world is a luxury reserved for heirs who never had to claw their way to the top. My uncles seem to believe that sharing my blood entitles them to a seat at my table. My board members think that because I'm thirty, I should sit quietly and listen to their outdated advice.And then there's Charles.Stupid, pathetic, useless Charles.The man I agreed to marry purely to inflate our stock value and neutralize my uncles' pathetic attempt at a board takeover.The man who couldn't manage to go twenty-four hours without becoming an absolute liability."Ah... yes, Daddy! Right there!"The breathless moans echoed through the carpeted hallway of the penthouse, growing louder with every step I took.The idiot hadn't even bothered to latch

VALENTINAFor the first time in my life, I had absolutely no idea what to say.Roman was still crouched in front of me, his honey-colored eyes holding mine with an infuriating calmness that made me want to slap him and kiss him in equal measure.Neither option was acceptable.Especially the second one.I swallowed hard."I'm your employer."The corner of his mouth lifted. "I know.""You're my bodyguard.""I know that too.""And I'm engaged."That finally wiped the amusement from his face.His gaze dropped briefly to my lips before returning to my eyes."I know, Valentina."Hearing my first name roll off his tongue felt infinitely more intimate than it had any right to.With him this close, I couldn't help noticing just how good-looking he was. I'd always known Roman was attractive, but staring at him from this distance was different.Far too different.There was something about the way his eyes held mine, the quiet confidence in his expression, the sheer proximity of him that made loo

VALENTINAThe first thing I remembered when I opened my eyes wasn't the company.It wasn't Charles.It wasn't even the dozen emails probably flooding my phone.It was Roman.I stared at the ceiling for several seconds, refusing to move as the memories of last night came rushing back with cruel precision.I had slept with my bodyguard.My bodyguard.The man who had been paid to protect me was now the man with whom I'd crossed the one boundary I'd spent years pretending didn't exist.I closed my eyes."Fuck."This was going to be a problem.And even though I told myself countless times while getting dressed not to dwell on it, the moment I saw Roman waiting outside my house, the resolve I'd built crumbled.I looked out the window, watching as he stood beside the door of the Maybach.He was impeccably put together, dressed in his standard dark suit, crisp white shirt, and straight black tie.How on earth did he manage to look even more infuriatingly handsome every single day?A traitorous

VALENTINAPain was the first sensation that registered.The second was a wave of pure, scorching humiliation.The third was Roman.I looked up and found him standing in the doorway, his expression unreadable.Except I knew him well enough now to recognize the signs.The locked jaw. The tension coiling through his broad shoulders. The sudden, pitch-black frost in his honey-colored eyes.Roman was furious.And a strange pulse fluttered in my chest as I wondered why the sight of me on the floor had sent him into such blinding rage."Hey!" Charles barked, adjusting his coat as he glared toward the entrance. "Stay out of this, security."Roman didn't even acknowledge his existence.His gaze remained fixed entirely on me."Ms. Rhodes," Roman called softly as he took a step into the office.Charles immediately stepped into his path, placing himself between Roman and where I sat."I said," he sneered, jabbing a finger hard into the center of Roman’s chest, "stay the fuck out of—"Roman didn't

ROMANSaying no to a woman like Valentina Rhodes was like slapping a queen across the face with an open palm.I watched the color drain from her cheeks, her dark eyes flashing with something caught somewhere between shock and humiliation. She had expected me to fold. Expected me to trail after her the second she softened her voice and take whatever scraps of attention she deigned to throw my way.She didn't understand the kind of man she was playing with."No?" she repeated, as though I'd spoken to her in a foreign language."You heard me, Ms. Rhodes.""Why?" she asked softly, her voice stripped of its usual edge. "Is it because of what I said at the office?"I stood my ground beside the Maybach, my hands shoved deep into my coat pockets to keep myself from reaching out and cupping her flushed cheek."It's because of how you see me, Valentina," I told her, my voice dropping into a low register.She blinked, searching my face with a faint frown. "I just explained why the optics matter.