All Chapters of My Golden Moon : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

The remainder of the workday passed in an agonizingly quiet blur for Selina. She had arrived braced for endless demands and high-stakes executive tasks, but Jason remained sequestered behind his closed office doors for hours, and Mark assigned her little beyond reviewing the corporate handbook. Determined to prove her worth, Selina remained at her post, sitting upright and waiting for any assignment to come her way. Nothing ever did.By the time the clock struck five, the stillness felt almost unbearable. She slowly packed a handbag that was already organized, rearranged her stationery, and caught herself wiping down a marble desktop that was completely spotless."Get a grip, Selina," she murmured under her breath.Shouldering her bag, she rose and walked toward the elevator bank. Just as she reached out to press the call button, Jason's office door swung open. He stepped out with his suit jacket slung casually over one arm, but the instant his eyes locked onto hers, he froze mid-stri

“Where is she?” Jason demanded, his voice low, the edge razor-sharp. “She texted when she left the office,” Mark replied, shifting the sedan into park along the curb. “She should have been home twenty minutes ago, sir.” “Then call her apartment. For God’s sake, Mark, call now!” Mark pulled his phone from his coat and dialed the landline. It rang five times before the receiver clicked open. “Hello?” a woman answered, her tone breathless and irritated. “Yes, hello. Is Miss Woods home? I need to speak with her on an urgent matter.” “Yeah, me too, dude. Who the hell are you, and why are you calling this number?” “Excuse me, is this Miss Tina...” “Listen to me, you creep,” Tina snapped, her voice turning venomous. “If you don’t give me an answer in three seconds, I will track you down and end you.You’re that stalker bastard, aren’t you? I will stomp your face into the asphalt until your brains are splattered across the pavement, scrape the residue off my boot, and sleep like a bab

Two hours later, clothes were flying across Selina’s bedroom.“I’m telling you, you should have taken the billionaire’s dress,” Tina said, holding up a modest navy cocktail dress and tossing it onto the mounting pile on the mattress. “Because nothing in this closet screams ‘high-stakes corporate royalty.’ You’re going to a shark tank, Sel.”“I don't want his charity,” Selina muttered, rummaging through her purse for her wallet. “I got paid on Friday. We’re going to the boutique on Fifth, and I’m buying something of my own.”Tina leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms with a knowing grin. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. Remind that gorgeous, emotionally stunted boss of yours that you aren't some pet he can summon and dismiss whenever he gets overwhelmed by his feelings.”“Exactly!” Selina threw her hands up. “Who does he think he is? Touching me like that, looking at me like he’s starving, and then pulling the noble ‘I can’t do this to you’ card?”Tina’s eyebrows shot up.