Lahat ng Kabanata ng Trapped With My Ex Boss; An Enemy that Ruined Me. : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Diane's POV"What?" He looks confused, his eyes wide behind the mask. "Why did you stop?"Because this isn't supposed to happen. But he doesn't know that.My lips open, but no words make it out. Don't say anything, Diane. Just shut up and do your job. My hate for him doesn't surpass my need for money.I force a smile. "No reason. I was just... mesmerised by your ethereal face." The lie rolls off my tongue smoothly.His face falls into one of relief, and he looks nervous, his fingers digging into the arm of the chair as I move closer again. "Thank you."Son of a f*cking b*tch.Don't do it, Diane. Don't do it.The overwhelming urge to grab him by the collar until he's begging swells in my mind, and I'm tempted. Fuck, I want to tell him everything I never had the chance to. But instead, I lean in and press my lips to his jaw, slow and light, watching him jerk, a hiss escaping his lips."Fuck... Yes..." He groans, his fingers finding their way into my hair, pulling at strands as he holds

Diane's POVIt takes two days before the news spreads all over social media."Billionaire CEO Conrad Beaumont Caught in Sex Scandal: Exclusive Photos Leak from Private Club Raid."I scroll down, half-expecting to see my face plastered everywhere. But no, just his. His face, his hand, his goddamn tattoos that everyone in the business world knows. The photos are grainy and unclear, taken from an angle, and my head is tilted away from the camera. My face is just hair and shadows, masking me from the public eye.Good.I take a long sip of my coffee, almost smiling as I scroll through the articles."Well, well, karma works fast these days," I mutter under my breath, taking another sip.The barista glances at me weirdly, but I don't care.I take my mug of steaming coffee to the far corner of the cafe, my expression blank as I scroll through social media, already forgetting about the whole Conrad fiasco.Maybe I should tell Brittany. Tell her what though? That I had sex with the one man I wa

Conrad's POVMy eyes shoot up from the piles of files the moment I perceive her scent; lavender. I had no idea she would resume work this early, since she was skeptical about taking the offer, but here she is, standing before me.She wears a short gown that stops right below her knee, a split on the left thigh exposing part of her skin. The neckline dips low, and the gown hugs her features, accentuating her curves.I stare at her for a short moment, and in that very moment, my mind reels back to everything that happened in the clubhouse. How she moved against me with reckless abandon, how perfectly she fit in my arms, as if she was made for it, just for it only.The memory twists something in me, and before I can even wrap my head around anything, I feel the heat crawl up my neck.Holy shit.Get a grip, Conrad Beaumont, I curse underneath my breath.She has no right to... Maybe she does?I tilt my head with a smile, then say the only thing my mind can process. "You're late." I mumble

Diane's POVThe moment I get back from work, I toss my purse across the room and slump onto the bed with an exhale.I shut my eyes for a brief moment, then open them and gaze at the ceiling, my mind a jumbled mess.This isn't the life I dreamed for myself, but do I even have any choice? Life is all about pros and cons actually, and it seems like the cons surrounding mine are heavy and I can't run away from them even if I want to.Debts here and there and my brother to bail. Come to think of it, Conrad should have sent a part of the money already, shouldn't he? He said he wouldn't send everything at once because he believed I could disappear with it.A freak.I stand up from the bed, then walk to where I tossed my purse earlier, grab it and take my phone.Blank.There isn't any notification that says I've received something from Conrad or anything. I don't hesitate. I click on his number and send him a message.After the message goes through, I walk into the bathroom to freshen up and

Diane's POVThe meeting room empties slowly, one board member after the other leaving with stiff backs and uneasy expressions.Murmurs follow them out, low and cautious whispers that cling to the walls even after the door shuts behind the last person.I remain seated, lips folded in.My fingers are still curled tightly around the edge of the table, my heart thudding painfully against my ribs.Proceed as planned.The words echo again. Not once, not twice; they keep echoing like music on play, and as they echo, my anxiousness increases.I can't understand why Conrad said we would proceed as planned. It isn't meant to bother me no matter what, given the fact that Conrad is a freak.But I'm a secretary after all. Whatever goes wrong, I think 80% of the blame will be on me.I slowly tilt my head to his side. He hasn't moved. He sits at the head of the table, jacket still on, sleeves crisp, gaze fixed on nothing in particular.Is he lost in thought? I don't know. But he's calm, too calm for