Alle Kapitel von My Husband's Billionaire Boss Shouldn't Know How I Taste : Kapitel 81 – Kapitel 90

[Alma ]"Do you expect me to come knocking at your door at 3 am if I want to fuck that wet pussy?"The words didn’t stop echoing in my head no matter how much I tried to drown them out.I should have gotten mad at him, should have snapped at him right there and told him he had no right to speak to me like I was some kind of toy he could pick up whenever he pleased, I should have told him off properly, gathered whatever dignity I had left and walked straight into that room, slammed the door shut behind me and kept my distance like any sane person would do but no… no, this traitorous body of mine always had a mind of its own.Because instead of anger, my body reacted in the most humiliating way possible, my pussy had soaked in that one sentence alone and I had walked into the master’s bedroom as if I belonged there.And now here I was.Wrapped tightly under a thick blanket that suddenly felt too heavy on my skin, my eyes squeezed shut like I was actually asleep, like I hadn’t been lying

[Zevyn]It didn’t feel like I was drowning. It felt… peaceful. Too peaceful, the kind of silence that shouldn’t belong to a place like this. I found myself standing still in the familiar emptiness as always, eyes drifting across nothing and everything at the same time, waiting for it—the fear.The one I had grown used to, the one that usually crawled up my spine the second I ended up here—but it never came. Instead, there was warmth, soft and unsettling, wrapping around me in a way I couldn’t quite place, like something invisible had decided to hold me in place without permission. I frowned slightly, lowering my gaze, turning slowly as if I could catch whatever it was, but there was nothing. Nothing I could see. Yet I could still feel it, clearer now, like pressure against my skin, breath too close to my body.And just when I tried to step further into the emptiness—because somehow, some part of me thought moving deeper might make it clearer, might make it make sense—a sudden, sharp s

[Alma]My fingers paused on my keyboard for what had to be the hundredth time as I stared at the closed oversized door, my brows drawing together as my gaze lingered on it far longer than it should have. "Why did he rush out like that?" I whispered under my breath, replaying the way Mr Steele had rushed out all over again.At first, I'd convinced myself he'd rushed out because he was late for somewhere important, maybe some business meeting or something work-related, but the more I thought about it, the less it made sense.There had been something in the way he looked at me before leaving, the way his eyes stayed on me for just a little too long as though he wanted to say something but couldn't, and somehow that unsettled me more than if he'd walked out without a word."It's still none of my business," I reminded myself again, dragging my attention back to the glowing iPad screen in front of me.I saved the few chapters I was done working on, my fingers moving almost mechanically ove

[Zevyn]"I don't even remember him..." That was all I heard her say when I walked in, and then I watched as she raised her hand and smacked her cheek hard.I'm not a man of emotions. I don't know how to console people and I sure as hell don't know how to be nice; it's never been in my nature.But the sight of that bruise blooming across her cheek like spilled ink made something ugly twist inside my chest.I'd walked in just in time to stop her from doing it again.For one brief second, I wanted to grab her chin, force her to look at me, and tell me exactly what could drive a woman to hit herself hard enough to leave marks.Alma whimpered in my arms, pulling me back to the kiss as she wrapped her arms around my neck.It's not the first time I've kissed her and I knew she wasn't kissing me because she needed it. She kissed me like someone trying to outrun a thought.Like someone desperate to think about anything else.And if she wanted to use me to forget whatever was going on with her,

[Alma]"Is he being serious right now?" I whispered for what felt like the umpteenth time, my eyes fixed on Mr. Steele beside me. His hand was still firm around my waist, holding me as though I might vanish the moment he let go.But that wasn't the fucking funniest part.He had his head tilted back, resting against the headrest of the car, sleeping like he didn't just force me to get dressed to God knows where.And now here we are. The car had been parked for over thirty minutes, but he still hadn’t let go. His hand stayed firmly around my waist, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.I shifted my gaze toward the driver. His attention was locked on Mr. Steele through the rearview mirror, his brow drawn tight, confusion etched deep into his face."Okay, if you really want to sleep here till dawn, can you at least let go of me?" I whispered, staring up at him.He didn't bulge.His eyes were still shut tight, those lashes casting shadows over his face as the warm amber g