All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Unsigned Clause: Secretly Married My Boss: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Carefully, so carefully my hands were shaking, I reached out and unlaced his sleek leather shoes, slipping them off his feet one by one. Then, leaning over his chest, my breath catching in my throat, I reached for his tie. My fingers brushed against the warm skin of his neck as I loosened the knot, sliding it over his head. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of his crisp white dress shirt, allowing his chest to rise and fall more freely.A sudden, intense shiver ran straight down my spine.Damn it... why does doing this feel so familiar?It felt like second nature—like my hands already knew the exact contours of his collarbone, the broad shape of his shoulders, the exact way he smelled when he was exhausted.And then, a sudden, warm heat bloomed right between my thighs.My eyes widened in sheer panic. I froze on my knees beside the couch, my cheeks flushing a violent red. Oh my god. I felt distinctly, embarrassingly wet down there.I shivered again, backing away a few inches, completel

Jerome was standing at the stove, his broad back turned to me, gripping a spatula with extreme, unnatural intensity. His sleeves were still rolled up to his elbows, revealing his thick, corded forearms, and his dark hair was slightly messy from sleep, giving him a dangerously rugged, handsome look."Um... good morning, Mr. Washington," I said softly, clearing my throat as I leaned against the doorframe.Jerome flinched slightly before slowly turning around. His face was unusually flushed, a faint pink dusting the tops of his sharp cheekbones, though he was trying desperately to maintain a polite, neutral expression.His dark eyes flicked down to my thick sweater for a split second before snapping right back up to my face."Good morning, Alexa," he rasped, his voice deeper and rougher than usual from sleep. He cleared his throat, setting the spatula down on a paper towel. "I... I hope I didn't startle you. I woke up around six and realized I had overstayed my welcome on your sofa. I wa

ALEXA POVBy 12:15 PM, the energetic swarm of six-year-olds had been ushered down to the cafeteria for lunch. The sudden, blissfully quiet stillness of Room 104 felt like a sanctuary.I collapsed into my desk chair, letting out a long, exhausted sigh as I pulled open my desk drawer to grab my salad. But before I could even pop the plastic lid off my lunch container, my phone buzzed on the blotter.It was Jerome again.Jerome: Have you had a chance to check for the tie yet? I’m quite attached to it.I stared at the screen, letting out an incredulous laugh. This man! He really thought I was going to abandon my lesson plans to go tie-hunting? What the hell is wrong with him?For a damn tie?Alexa: Mr. Washington, I am currently at school. My apartment is two blocks away. Unless you want me to abandon twelve children to go rummaging through my sofa cushion, you'll have to wait until 4:00 PM!Jerome: It’s just Jerome. And I suppose I can manage the suspense until four. Eat a proper lunch,

ALEXA POVThe afternoon was an absolute whirlwind of chaos, joy, and sheer exhaustion.Around two o'clock, the administrative office introduced a brand-new assistant teacher assigned specifically to Room 104—a sweet girl named Julie. The second she stepped through the door and saw my face, she froze. Her eyes went completely wide and welled up with unshed tears, looking at me like she’d just seen a ghost—or an old friend she thought she’d lost forever."Alexa..." she had choked out, almost reaching out to hug me before catching herself.It was so strange. Something deep inside my brain clicked when I looked at her—a faint, ghostly tug of familiarity—but I couldn't for the life of me remember where I’d seen her before.Within an hour, though, it didn't even matter. Julie slipped into the rhythm of the classroom so seamlessly it felt like we’d been working together for years.Between Lisa running laps around the reading rug pretending to be a monarch butterfly, and AJ trying to swallow

I tossed my purse onto the counter, set my coffee down, and went into absolute frenzy mode. I rampaged through the entire apartment—under the sofa cushions, behind the TV stand, across the kitchen counters, on top of the Hello Kitty blanket, even checking under my bed! Ten minutes later, I emerged back in the living room, hands on my hips, breathless and thoroughly baffled. "It's not here!" I yelled across the room at him. "Jerome, I tore this place apart! There is zero silk tie anywhere in my apartment! Are you sure you didn't leave it in your luxury limousine?!" "I left it here somewhere," came his infuriatingly smooth reply, his dark head leaning lazily against the doorframe. "May