All Chapters of My Unlovable Boss: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Lie Blu Apartment.Matilda’s POV.“Mal?” I swat at the air near my ear, hoping whatever is bugging me will just go away. “Go away,” I mumble, half-asleep, snuggling deeper into my couch.“Open your eyes, love.” The angelic voice continues, coaxing me from the depths of slumber.My body protests, but I slowly open my eyes to find warm hazel ones peering back at me. "Aly?" I croak.She leans closer, a warm smile spreading across her face. "Yes, love.""When did you get here?" I ask, yawning widely."Not too long ago," she replies, dropping her bag with a soft thud."Really?" I close my eyes again, wanting just a few more minutes of rest."I knocked for a bit but didn’t get an answer, so I let myself in." She taps me lightly, refusing to let me drift back to sleep."I'm sorry I didn’t hear you," I mumble, reopening my eyes. "It’s fine, love." She ruffles my hair, her touch soothing.“Poor thing, you must be exhausted. You didn’t even change out of your work clothes.” She sighs, walking to

Willow Inc. HQ.Third Person POV.Alaric alongside Liam, Javier, Matilda and Chairman Willow, watch the crowd disperse after the lacklustre inauguration. Just as expected, Liam had led the speech, and Alaric had wrapped it up, though the applause that followed was lukewarm at best, like a formality they couldn't skip.Chairman Willow clenches his jaw, his hand resting over his chest as if to stifle the anger rising within him. His fingers press into his chest, the sensation grounding him even as his blood pressure spikes. How am I meant to live a long life with an idiot for a son and an equally foolish assistant at his side? The pulse pounding in his temples feels almost unbearable, yet he keeps his face neutral. His breath, shallow and controlled, is the only sign of his struggle.Alaric catches the signs of his father’s barely contained fury. He knows that, no matter how enraged his father might be, he would never lash out in public. For now, Alaric is safe in the confines of the com

Willow Goods.Matilda’s POV.He coughs, taken aback by my question. Normally, I would never confront someone this way, especially not my boss. But since we met, he has been nothing but rude, arrogant, and downright obnoxious. I refuse to sit here and let him bully me for no reason. Aaliyah was right about that night; maybe we did something together, and his ego must be bruised since I haven’t mentioned it. If that’s the case, we might as well talk about it now.“Why would I like you?” He picks up his cup, taking a sip of water to calm his cough. “Because we had sex,” I deadpan.I flinch as he sputters, water spraying from his mouth, eyes wide with shock. “When did we have se… when did we do such a thing?!” He slams his cup on the desk, avoiding my gaze.Look at him, acting like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He’s been rude since the first time we met, annoyingly composed as well, but now he’s flustered for the first time. I’ve never been more certain of the reaso

Willow Goods.Matilda’s POV.“Mr. Willow, here’s the draft for the schedule you requested for the upcoming month.” I offer the iPad with a steady hand, though my heart races in my chest, a frantic drumbeat that feels impossible to silence. The sleek device feels heavy in my grip, a physical manifestation of the pressure I’m under. “It’s just a draft; I’ve accounted for unpredictable meetings and agendas.” He glances up at me, suspicion etched across his features, his brow furrowing slightly. “That was fast,” he murmurs, scrolling through the document with practised ease that sends a flutter of nerves through me. I hold my breath, watching his fingers dance over the screen, a silent plea in my mind that he’ll approve. The air in the office is thick with tension, the hum of the overhead lights only amplifying my anxiety. “Did Mr. Santos assist you?” His voice is sharp, and his gaze pierces my skin like ice, leaving me momentarily frozen in place. I fidget, caught between honesty and f

Lie Blu Apartment.Matilda’s POV.“What happened next?” Aaliyah asks, her eyes bright with gleeful curiosity, practically bouncing in her seat. “Did you finally crack? Or did he—” she lowers her voice conspiratorially, “—confess his undying admiration?”“Nothing,” I snap, trying to sound indifferent. But my mind drifts back to that last, maddening moment in his office. After tossing my own words back at me, he dismissed me without so much as a glance. Typical.I swear, it was like his personal mission that day was to torment me, to needle me for as long as he could stand it. His infuriating smirk plays on a loop in my mind, and I huff, irritation prickling up my spine.“Oh, come on!” Aaliyah groans, throwing her hands up in mock despair. “Nothing? Not even a single snarky comeback? Matilda, you’re killing me here!”I give her a look, crossing my arms. “My so-called ‘tortuous’ life isn’t the thrill ride you seem to think it is. Go on, Aly, feel free to swap places with me and take on th