All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Unsigned Clause: Secretly Married My Boss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

"Don't play cute with me, Alexa!" he growled, stepping directly into my space, forcing me back until the heels of my shoes hit the solid wood of his closed office door. He planted one broad hand on the wood right beside my head, leaning down until his lips were inches from mine. "Who the fuck was he?"I let out a dry, incredulous laugh. "Who was who? Henry? He is Julie's childhood friend.""You were kissing him," Jerome rasped, his jaw clenching so tight a vein throbbed on his temple. "You were sitting there laughing, practically drooling over his accent, and then you kissed his face in front of the entire street.""It's a standard European greeting, Jerome," I snapped, dropping the formal title for a split second as my own temper flared. "Not that my personal life, or how I greet people on my lunch break, is any of your concern.""It is my concern when you are my wife!" he thundered softly, his dark eyes flashing with a terrifying possessiveness."Your fake wife!" I shouted back, pr

I strutted down the grand staircase, knowing full well the household staff was watching my every move. Mr. Harrison, the senior butler, froze in the hallway, his silver tray wobbling slightly as he took in my outfit."Mrs. Washington?" Harrison stammered, his eyes wide with aristocratic terror. "Are you... going out? Should I inform Mr. Washington’s driver?""No need, Harrison," I said smoothly, checking my lipstick in the hall mirror. "I called an Uber.""Pardon me, ma'am, but Mr. Washington explicitly instructed that you be escorted—""I’m an adult, Harrison, not a prisoner," I interrupted with a sweet, blinding smile. "I'm going out with my friend Julie and a gorgeous British dude named Henry. We're going to The Velvet Room to dance until our feet fall off."Harrison looked like he was about to faint on the Persian rug. "A... a British dude, ma'am?""A world-famous painter, actually," I added casually, slinging my Chanel bag over my shoulder. "Very handsome. Excellent accent. Tell

A genuine, icy shiver actually ran straight down my spine. The graphic, absurdly specific vividness of her drunken imagination was terrifyingly impressive."Jesus Christ, Alexa," I muttered under my breath, my chest heaving as I stared down at her. "You are completely out of your mind.""I am completely clear-headed!" she shot back, though her eyelids were starting to droop heavily, her body softening against mine despite her fiery words. "I am a strong, independent... temporary... receptionist... who doesn't need a CEO..."Her voice trailed off into a soft, breathy murmur. The alcohol was finally catching up to her, crashing hard over her wild energy. Her head lolled forward, resting heavy and warm right in the crook of my neck, her soft, strawberry-scented breath fanning over my collarbone.My grip on her wrists loosened, my long fingers sliding down to gently entwine with hers. I shifted slightly, pulling her limp, glittery form completely into my lap, draping my suit jacket over

I pulled my head up, looking around the quiet VIP lobby to make sure Kim or any rogue executives weren't lurking near the elevator bay."It's... complicated, Jules," I murmured, my voice dropping into a serious, tight whisper as the heavy weight of reality settled back into my chest. "It's a two-year contract. His grandfather forced it on him, and I needed... I had my own reasons for signing. It was supposed to be strictly professional. Just a secret arrangement."Julie’s playful smirk slowly faded, replaced by a soft, perceptive frown as she took in the exhausted, guarded look in my eyes."Strictly professional, huh?" she asked quietly, raising an eyebrow. "Is that why he looked ready to start World War III because Henry bought us a round of drinks? Because let me tell you, Alexa, I've seen men jealous before, but the way Jerome Washington was looking at you last night... that man was absolutely out of his mind with possessiveness."A sharp, painful thud echoed in my chest.Possessiv

Jerome POVA mistake? A stupid physical need?!The hell it was.My blood roared in my ears, hot and thick as molten lead, burning away every ounce of exhaustion that had been weighing down my bones. I stared at the closed mahogany door where she had just walked out, my chest heaving, every muscle in my body coiled so tight I thought my frame would crack under the sheer pressure of it.No. I was not going to let her rewrite us like that. She didn't get to slap a clinical corporate label on the way she looked at me in the dark. She didn't get to make sweeping, arrogant assumptions about my mind, my heart, or where I ran when the world fell apart. She was my wife. Contract or no contract, legal proxy or no legal proxy, she was mine, and I was done letting her hide behind that icy, unbothered receptionist facade.I crossed the expanse of the suite in three lethal strides, yanked the heavy mahogany door open with enough force to rattle the brass hinges, and stepped out into the open exec