All Chapters of In Love with the Boss' Son: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVEArthur, looking strikingly handsome and exceptional in his custom-tailored Tom Ford suit, made his wedding debut. All heads turned to watch him because of his commanding presence. Everyone noticed his public expression of affection towards Doris.The wedding guests were stunned as they watched Arthur sweep Doris off her feet. All the guests were so jealous that, for a moment, the energy in the room felt like a pervasive envious wave. All the men, including the groom, Bob, were overshadowed by Arthur.But then Arthur’s magnetic personality drew everyone in. Doris bloomed like a flower under the attention. Her delicate beauty shone brightly when she smiled.Andrea as the bride, was self-absorbed for a moment, which was understandable. However, when Andrea saw that Doris’ boyfriend was Andrea’s own son, she was livid. Her anger was greater than every furious moment she’d had in her life put together.Andrea tried to keep her emotions in check and avoid losing

  Doris stared out at the crowd for a moment. From the stage the ballroom looked much bigger. It looked like there were four hundred guests there! For a moment, Doris was paralyzed with stage fright. Then the band started playing “Every Breath You Take”, and Doris started to sing. From the very first note, Doris had the crowd in the palm of her hand. All that singing she did in college paid off. Doris forgot about everything but singing as well as she could. Everyone was conquered by Doris’s beauty and heavenly singing voice. Many guests asked who the beauty on the stage was. Doris looked radiant and sounded fantastic. She had that kind of X-factor that stunned audiences and judges on reality shows. None of her colleagues could believe that shy little Doris could sing like that. First, she arrived in a limited edition Dior dress; then she had a movie-star-worthy handsome date who knew fin

  I couldn’t wait to rush to "The Strip," where I met Arthur for the first time. I needed an answer. I started toward the club, walking fast. I was going by myself, but after walking a few blocks, I texted Nina and asked her to meet me there. It was still early as far as New York City nightlife went. I asked one cocktail waitress and all the bartenders if they had seen Arthur. I gave a detailed description. The waitress said she might have seen him once with a bunch of other men in suits, but she couldn’t be sure.  All the bartenders said they didn’t know Arthur. They definitely didn’t know of anyone working at “The Strip” that fit his description. I looked around in frustration. I saw Nina walk in the door. She was wearing dark jeans, a sparkly tank top, and a cool leather jacket. She looked good. I looked down at what I was wearing. I wasn't exactly dressed for a trend

 DORIS I went to the HR woman at Cushman & Wakefield and asked her straight out what the turn around was about. She hemmed and hawed and tried to get out of telling me. But I pushed, and she finally told me the truth. Andrea made her do it. Andrea had contacted everyone she could in the industry and told them not to hire me. “That’s…that’s…” "I know it's not fair," the lady said to me, holding her hands out. "But there's nothing I can do. I'm just an HR person." “Arrgh.” This was really bad news. As soon as my temp job was over, I was in serious trouble. I couldn't believe how low Andrea stooped. Sabotage and revenge. She was the one who blew up my life. She ruined my relationship. It wasn’t enough she stole my boyfriend and made it so I had to leave my job? She had to sabotage my job search too? What a bitch. I trie

 DORIS I shook with stage fright. It was more anxiety than I should have. My mouth felt as dry as the desert.  Being socially awkward by nature, the idea of singing in front of such a crowded club seemed unthinkable.  I forced myself to sing as the band started playing, but the sound that came out made me grimace with self-awareness. Even though I was anxious, I was aware that I was off-key. The audience's response was immediate and ruthless.  “Boo! Boo!” A chorus of disapproving jeers and boos pierced through the air like sharpened arrows.  “Get off the stage, lady! You can’t sing!” It was a dagger to my already fragile confidence, threatening to shatter the little resolve I had left. No, Doris, I told myself. You can do it. My heartbeat pounded loud in my ears. Doubt flooded me. “Don’t doubt your abilities,” I told myself firmly. “Try ag