All Chapters of Bounded To My Playboy Billionaire Boss : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Stacey's POV;Few hours after I got home, my mind was still spiraling on to the next course of action. As the midnight hour ticked closer my newfound resolve continued to spiral through me. The weight of the day’s events hung heavy on my shoulders, yet there was a flicker of determination guiding my steps. Richard and I had formed a contract; one that required my head, not my heart. I needed to approach this arrangement as a calculated business transaction rather than a romantic entanglement. I had rejected Chad’s offer that evening at Mr. Donovan’s party. It was easy to dismiss his proposition amidst the laughter and clinking glasses. But now, the idea intrigued me more than I cared to admit. The promise of capital for not just one, or even two but three of my first movies in my filming career was tempting in a way that tingles at the back of my mind. This could firm my feet financially and also create a name for me in the industry. I would still be able to care for my family lon

Stacey's POV;I laid on my bed, the sun streaming through the half-closed curtains, casting soft lines of light across the room. It was hard to shake off the events of yesterday; the way my anger flared up uncontrollably during the argument with Richard. The memory of our shouting match felt like a live wire, sparking and crackling in my mind. I had honestly thought I was over what Richard had called me but seeing him yesterday just brought back all the anger to the surface.“I still could have handled it better,” I muttered to myself. Especially in public, where everyone was watching. Instead, we had both let our tempers get the best of us, and I felt embarrassed, pathetic even, for still harboring feelings for Richard, even if those feelings were now the complete opposite of the tingling butterflies I felt before, they were still feeling nonetheless. ‘But he loves her, can't you see that?’ Those words Richard yelled still just wouldn't leave my head. Was he talking about me or ab

Stacey's POV;I sat at my work cubicle, surrounded by the usual hum of office chatter and the faint tapping of keyboards. My mind, however, was fully focused on scheduling Richard’s meetings for the day. It was yet another ordinary Tuesday, or so I thought, until Richard walked in.He strode into the office, exuding radiating confidence in his fitted suit that hugged him like a second skin. The contrast between his black tailored attire and those deep blue eyes was enchanting. A blend of his manly scent wafted through the air causing heads to turn as he glided past, as if he were the sun and we, mere planets caught in his orbit.When he reached the door to his office, which was directly opposite my cubicle, he turned and flashed me a charming smile. “Honey, you look great as always,” he said with an easy warmth that sent a thrill down my spine. He blew me a kiss playfully, and I caught it, blushing fiercely as I waved him off with an exaggerated gesture. This routine was now our litt

Stacey's POV;Richard drove his sleek sports car into the parking garage, the engine humming a satisfied note as he parked. I felt a rush of relief that, at least this time, we were at his house instead of his parents’. But still, I couldn't help but think what this night had in store, the ambiance felt both inviting and daunting. I stepped out of the car, taking in the sight of the impressive array of vehicles lined up in his garage. There were sports cars that gleamed like polished jewels, shiny convertibles that seemed to beckon for a drive under the sun, and a mighty G-Wagon that radiated power. Richard wasn’t just rich, he was super rich. The one percent of the one percent. As we entered the elevator, Richard’s presence loomed beside me, a comforting yet overwhelming closeness. When the doors slid open to reveal his living space, I was taken aback. The elegance of the sitting room struck me; the pristine white walls playing host to luxurious golden chairs arranged in an almost

Chad's POV;It had been five days since I abruptly called Stacey out of frustration and desperation, demanding to know what dirt she had dug up on Richard. Three days had passed then since our last meetup, meaning it was now over a week without our usual weekly updates. The anticipation gnawed at me like a persistent itch I couldn't scratch.I sat in my office which was overlooking the city, the open window framing a breathtaking view of the ‘HOLLYWOOD’ sign, glimmering under the sun, a beacon for dreamers chasing fame beneath its shadow. I shifted my gaze back to the file resting before me, my heart racing with both excitement and anxiety. The revelation that awaited me felt crucial, almost pivotal.My decision to quietly order a background check on Stacey was motivated by more than mere curiosity; if I was to engage in any form of business union with her, I needed what I called ‘ammunition’. Something to leverage if she ever attempted to manipulate the situation or me. “Let’s see w