Todos los capítulos de I KISSED MY BOSS: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Evan’s POV;I don’t know what I expected, honestly. Maybe a glance or a smile thrown my way. Maybe a secret little signal between us. Something, anything!But when I got to work that morning, Blake Thatcher might as well have been a stranger again.He was already in the conference room when I walked in, flipping through a thick file of documents like we hadn’t kissed each other breathless in a blackout just days ago. Like he hadn’t looked at me like I was something fragile and extremely important. Like he had not looked me in the eyes to say he liked me.And me…..?I stood there like an idiot with my chest full of fireworks and a tupperware of cookies I brought from last night’s baking show.“Morning,” I managed to say, mostly to the room. Not to him specifically.Duh….Definitely not to Quin either, she gave me a stink eye the moment I stepped into the room.“Morning,” Dennis replied without looking up and I smiled.Blake? Nothing. Not even a nod.I took my seat at the table nex

Evan’s POV;The three words wouldn’t leave my head.We need to talk.The words looped in my mind until my pulse thudded in my ears, my stomach flipped.Not butterflies. More like lead bricks.I stared at those words for what felt like forever before I finally typed back:Me: Where?His reply came faster than I expected: There’s a small diner two blocks down from the office. Ten minutes?I gulped and my hands were shaking as I typed back.Okay. I’ll meet you there.The diner was warm, cozy, and smelled faintly of espresso beans and pasta sauce. I picked a corner booth with two mismatched chairs, sat down, and immediately regretted not bringing water because my throat was desert dry.I ordered a matcha latte to calm down.It’s my go-to, don’t judge. I looked around the diner, it wasn’t fancy, it had brick walls, and a warm lighting.I downed the first drink and ordered another one.And then another, because every time I checked my phone, every time I saw that Blake still wasn’t here, m

Evan’s POV;The silence sat between us like an iron wall, pressing down on my chest until it hurt to breathe.I’d asked him the question but even as the words left me, I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer. Everything was a mess.Blake’s lips parted, he didn’t hesitate as he said, “No,” he said firmly, almost desperately.“I don’t want to end this. I can’t.”The conviction in his voice startled me. For a second, it pushed back against the heaviness in my chest, creating a fragile space for hope. But that hope was thin, trembling.“Then what?” I asked quietly, my voice hoarse. “Because I’m not going to be your secret. I can’t sneak around while you play someone else’s perfect fiancé. I won’t do it, Blake.”His jaw clenched. He looked down, exhaled hard, then brought his gaze back to me, raw and unflinching. “You won’t be my secret. I promise you that, Evan. I just… I need to untangle this mess. And I will. Quickly. I can’t pretend with her anymore. I don’t love her, not the way she deser

Evan’s POV;The subway was packed with a sea of tired faces and eager performers. My bag was wedged against my hip, and I was holding the overhead bar like it was the last thing keeping me connected to Earth. My phone buzzed in my pocket.Blake.I wasn’t expecting that. My heart did the stupid skip thing as I unlocked my phone immediately.Blake: Hi…. Are you on your way home?Me: Yeah. Just got on the train.Blake: Do you have plans for tonight?I bit my lip, reread the question, then typed slower than necessary.Me: Just meeting up with my best friend. She’s coming over later.There was a long pause. I stared at the typing bubble until it disappeared, then reappeared again.Blake: Best friend, huh.I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop smiling.Me: Yes, my best friend. It’s not a code for anything crazy, if that’s what you’re thinking.Another pause.Blake: I wasn’t thinking that.Me: Sure you weren’t.His reply came quicker this time.Blake: Would you maybe… want to hang out this we

Evan’s POV;By the time Saturday rolled around, I had stared into my closet for so long I started to believe the shirts were judging me.Hailey had clients today as a MUA diva that she is, so she couldn’t help me pick my fit.“Just pick one, Evan,” I muttered to myself. “You’re not going on a runway. It’s just dinner with your… boyf… well..”I settled on a silk black button-down because black is slimming and complimentary, and I needed both tonight.Blake texted me around six:Still good for tonight? No pressure.That “no pressure” part had sent me spiraling. Like… why did it sound like he knew pressure was my middle name?. I typed back so fast I nearly dropped my phone.Yeah. Absolutely. Where are we meeting?A second later: Il Divo. Midtown. 7:30.We’ve been texting more recently and I was beginning to experience a different side of him. Of course he’d picked a restaurant with a name that sounded like an opera singer. I checked it out online and damn… it was fancy, but intimate. Ca