Lahat ng Kabanata ng Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss: Kabanata 101 - Kabanata 110

OCEANS.The door opened into my living room, and the first thing I noticed was the smell of something slow-cooked - it smelled like the combination of butter, garlic, spice, and too much effort. And the smell was so out of place in a house where I usually ate standing at the kitchen island with a glass of scotch and a folder in my other hand.My jaw tightened.I stopped in the foyer, my hand still on the cuff of my coat.For one unreasonable second, irritation moved through me.Who the fuck was cooking in my house?Then I heard movement from the dining room... Soft footsteps, a quiet hum, and the faint clink of cutlery being adjusted against porcelain.I took off my coat slowly and handed it to the nearest staff member without looking at him, and he headed upstairs.I walked toward the dining room, and Moon was there.She stood beside the table, arranging a bowl of something steaming beside a plate she had already set. Her hair was down, falling over one shoulder in soft waves, and sh

OCEANS.I didn't kiss her because I desired her. Fuck no.I kissed her because I was angry at myself for waiting for Kisarel’s message. Angry at my body for yearning for a woman I had no right to want. Angry at Moon for being wounded in a way that made me feel like the villain in a story I had not meant to write.And beneath all of that, I kissed her because I needed proof...Proof that I was not ruined.Proof that I could still choose the woman I was supposed to choose.Proof that Kisarel had not crawled so far under my skin that even my body had started answering only to her.Moon made a soft sound against my mouth, and her hands slid up my bare chest.She thought something had finally shifted between us.How fucking wrong she was.She leaned into me, relief moving through her body before hunger followed. Her fingers found the towel around my waist.She was hesitant at first, but became bolder when I did not stop her.She unwrapped the towel from my waist, and it fell clean to the g

KISAREL.Jace was upstairs taking another call when the doorbell rang. He had been in the kitchen earlier, making tea, which he insisted would help with the lingering weakness in my limbs, before the call interrupted.He'd been receiving more calls than usual lately, and he explained them away with the 'it's the wedding planner' line, which made me wonder why the bride-to-be wasn't being carried along.It was all too strange... As strange as it was when he told me that Uncle Fred had texted him to make sure he kept me happy during my stay here, because my happiness is his priority, when I asked him about the text I had seen on his phone last night.I was on the couch with a blanket over my legs, trying not to look as tired as I felt. Elgin sat in the armchair across from me, scrolling through his phone with an expression that made it look like the entire world had personally disappointed him.He lifted his eyes when the bell rang."I'll get it," He said, standing before I could move.

OCEANS.I couldn't sit still when Reeves brought the news to me. I told him to intensify his investigation on Jace immediately, and in less than two hours, Reeves had called me again."Jace left his house twenty minutes ago. He's meeting Fred at a private residence in the Heights. A house, to be precise.""Whose house?""We're still tracing the ownership. But it's not registered under either of their names."I stopped at the window. "Keep watching. I want to know every person who walks through that door.""Yes, sir."I had ended the call and decided I had to see Kiss.If only she knew what I was beginning to uncover about her fiancé... But telling her without enough proof would only make me look like the jealous bastard she already believed I was. She was angry with me. Hurt by me. I was certain she would be ready to turn anything I say about Jace into another reason to shut me out.So, I'll wait for the right time.She grudgingly hopped into the car with her hands still folded across

OCEANS."Tight." The word came out strained. "So fucking tight."I withdrew almost all the way and slammed back in.She gasped.I started to move.It wasn't gentle or slow.Days, almost weeks of distance came out in every thrust, so deep and utterly punishing.The couch shifted under us. My hand stayed in her hair, holding her head in place while I fucked her. The angle was deep that I could feel every inch of her around me with every stroke.My other hand reached around her front and found her clit. I worked it in tight circles timed with my thrusts. The dual sensation had her sobbing, her fingers clawing at the cushions, her body beginning to convulse around me.My hand moved to her hip, pulling her back to meet me while I drove forward, the wet slap of it filling the room alongside the sounds she was making — sounds she was trying to muffle in the cushion and failing completely."Don't." I pulled her head back by her hair. "Let me hear you."I fucked her through two orgasms that wa