All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Unsigned Clause: Secretly Married My Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

I groaned. Dear Lord, instead of backing down like a normal person, she smugly pouted—a little mocking, defiant purse of her lips that made her mouth look ridiculously cute, pink, and kissable.I froze for a split second, my brain short-circuiting over how infuriatingly attractive she was being. But the lingering anger over her defending that nerdy, acne-scarred IT guy was still burning hot through my veins.As her hands pressed against my chest to push me away, I leaned in until my lips brushed the shell of her ear and whispered the ultimate nuclear secret:"I know what you dreamed about the first night you slept in my bed back at the Irish cabin, Miss June. And I swear, you ground yourself directly into my shaft, moaned in my neck, and whispered, 'Fuck me.' You better be thankful you're not my type and that I'd never like you for a single second... otherwise, you'd be screaming my name and begging me to fuck you sideways."I pulled back slowly to savor the destruction.The transform

ALEXA POVWhat the fuck? Me?"Tomato? A rotten tomato?!"I hurled my pillow across the room, watching it bounce pathetically off the heavy oak door. I flopped onto my back, kicking my legs against the mattress in a full-blown, adult temper tantrum.Asshole! Absolute, uncultured, stone-hearted asshole! Arrrggggh!I dragged a hand over my face, my cheeks still burning with a dangerous mix of deep humiliation and pure, unfiltered rage. I had planned that entrance down to the second. I looked good! I knew I looked good! The silk, the lace, the lighting—I was supposed to make him sweat, make him choke on his stupid nightly glass of milk, make him realize that the girl he caught moaning in his bed wasn't someone he could just brush off.And what did I get? You look like trash about to be thrown away.Is he really that hopelessly, tragically obsessed with Anna? Is his brain so permanently fried by his best friend's wife that an actual living, breathing, insanely attractive woman in red lace

I didn't wait for her. I turned on my heel, strode into my corner office, and slammed the heavy glass doors so violently the entire structural frame rattled.The moment she stepped across the threshold, I locked the door behind her, pulled the automatic blinds shut with a flick of a button, and turned to face my fake wife—my blood singing for absolute destruction.How could she humiliate me like that? In front of my entire board, my executives, my assistants—the entire damn floor?When the glass door clicked shut, I turned around expecting to see fear, regret, or even a tiny sliver of hesitation in her eyes. Instead, she stood there looking utterly, infuriatingly bored. She casually smoothed down her skirt, adjusted her cardigan, and raised an eyebrow at me as if I were nothing more than a minor inconvenience in her day.Every single fuse in my brain snapped at once.I didn't plan it. I didn't think about corporate policy, my grandfather, Anna, or the dozens of staff members sitting j

I marched straight over to my desk, snatched up my coffee mug, and poured myself a cup of dark, scalding espresso. I took a slow, deliberate sip, my dark eyes locked onto her silhouette through the clear glass wall.She was pretending to analyze a spreadsheet, but every few seconds, her gaze flicked subtly toward my office before darting away whenever she thought I was looking.You're rattled, Alexa, I thought, a slow, dangerous smile finally replacing my scowl. You can try to lie to me, but your body doesn't know how to play poker.I set my mug down, picked up the intercom receiver, and pressed the direct button to her desk.I watched her through the glass as her phone buzzed. She visibly jumped in her leather chair, staring at the flashing red line like it was a coiled rattlesnake. She hesitated for three full seconds, smoothed her cardigan down with a nervous hand, and finally picked up the receiver, pressing it reluctantly to her ear."Miss June," I said, my voice dropping into th