All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Unsigned Clause: Secretly Married My Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Just as I was clutching my groin and wheezing on the floor, the cockroach executed a sharp tactical turn in mid-air and buzzed straight back toward the sofa.Alexa let out a screech that could shatter bulletproof glass. Abandoning all sense of dignity, space, and self-preservation, she launched herself off the cushions and landed squarely on top of my battered body.I had no choice. I groaned, opening my arms to accept her chaotic downfall, bracing for impact as we both tumbled backward onto the massive leather couch.When the dust settled, I was sitting upright with my legs spread wide, and Alexa was fully planted in my lap. Her bare thighs were parted around my hips, her body pressed flush against my chest, her messy, strawberry-scented hair completely blinding me, and her face buried deep into the crook of my neck.Every single alarm in my brain went off at once.The position was dangerously, agonizingly intimate. My sanity was dangling by a microscopic thread. She was sitting dire

ALEXA POVI was right on the precipice of surrendering completely, my hands tangled in his hair, ready to pull his mouth back again down to mine, when the sharp, piercing tone of his phone shattered the heavy air of the bedroom.Jerome groaned against my neck, his hot breath fanning over my skin, his hand tightening possessively on my hip. "Ignore it," he rasped, his voice dark and heavy. "It can wait.""Jerome... answer it," I whispered, my heart still hammering against my ribs, my chest heaving. "What if it's an emergency? It's midnight."He cursed under his breath, but as his body shifted and he reached for the glowing screen on the nightstand, I watched the passionate darkness in his eyes evaporate in a split second. His features hardened, settling into that familiar, intensely brooding scowl.I didn't even need to look at the caller ID. I already knew.Anna.He pressed the phone to his ear. "Anna? What's—"Within three seconds, Jerome's entire face drained of color. He bolted upri

Jerome POVI sat on the edge of the bed in my penthouse, staring at the phone screen as the line went dead.She hung up on me again.I rubbed my hand over my face, the stubble on my jaw rough against my palm. My brain was a complete, chaotic mess. I was exhausted, terrified, and utterly suffocated by the sheer weight of everything that had happened over the last twelve hours.Seeing Collin hooked up to those machines, watching Anna sob hysterically with a cast on her arm—it had shaken me to my core. They were my family. My concern for them was real, raw, and terrifying.But what was driving me entirely out of my mind was the infuriating, untouchable wall Alexa had put up between us.“What almost happened was a mistake... let’s set boundaries... the contract was there for a reason.”Her voice from the hospital suite echoed in my ears like a slap to the face. She had dismissed everything—the way she had clung to me, the ruined lace panties, the wild, shattering friction of her body ridi

ALEXA POVWHAT THE ACTUAL HELL?!Five months?! A positive pregnancy test?!I practically stomped down the dimly lit hallway toward the restaurant’s VIP restroom, the heels of my pumps clicking violently against the marble floor. My chest was heaving, my heart hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs.That was not in the contract!When I agreed to this ridiculous two-year fake marriage with Jerome Washington to save my father’s life, legacy and keep his grandfather’s corporate dogs off his back, the rules were crystal clear: keep up appearances, play the dutiful wife in public, and stay out of each other's hair in private.There was zero mention of biological deadlines! There was definitely zero mention of conceiving an actual, living, breathing human being with my insufferable, brooding boss!I shoved the heavy restroom door open, stepped up to the massive gold-framed mirror, and gripped the edge of the granite sink until my knuckles turned stark white.The reflection staring bac

JEROME POVI stared through the glass blinds of my office, my hand crushing the paper coffee cup in my grip until hot liquid nearly spilled over my knuckles.Who the hell was this guy?He stood by the copier, casually leaning against the desk in a tailored suit, flashing a picture-perfect, dimpled smile that had half the female staff practically fainting.I didn't even hire this asshole. Grandfather had slipped him onto my executive roster this morning without even consulting me, claiming I needed "extra high-level administrative support."And now my wife—my supposedly married, contract wife—was standing right next to him, giggling like a teenager at a pop concert.Damn it!I wasn't jealous. Hell no. I was just irritated. I was annoyed because for the past two weeks, Alexa had been completely ignoring me, treating me like a ghost, and acting like that explosive night on the living room couch had been nothing more than a minor glitch in her schedule.She moved around the penthouse like