All Chapters of Flirting With The Boss: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

POV: Miguel “Is this seat taken?” I asked her with a smile on my face. I didn’t even need to ask that because I’d seen her walk into the restaurant alone and sad. I pulled out the seat next to her and I sat on it, looking into her teary eyes.She ran a hand through her hair, the soft, luxurious fabric of her dress a stark contrast to the storm brewing within her. The tears had stopped, but the ache in her chest lingered. It’s Raphael!It’s got to be Raphael, I’m sure of it. He had been so cold, so dismissive. I’ve heard stories about him, I know how brutal and heartless he can be. I’ve not had the opportunity to deal with him before, but it seems we are destined to cross paths. I keep trying to avoid him, but the more I avoid him, the more we keep clashing on different occasions.“Who hurt you, Marisol?” I asked her, forgetting that she had no idea what I was talking about. My voice startled her, pulling her back to the reality of the bustling restaurant. She looked up, her heart s

POV: Miguel We went from one store to the other, picking out different outfits and accessories. It was during a stop at a jewelry store that I spotted a particular piece of jewelry that made my heart race with excitement and nervousness. I picked up the matching gold wristwatch first, glancing at the one on his wrist. It felt right, like a secret tie between them. It’s supposed to be a wristwatch for couples, but I feel we should have it, I want us to have it. It feels just right.“This looks beautiful!” I told her, drawing her attention to the matching wristwatches. She looked at me, her eyes looking sad and uncertain. I knew it was boldly written at the top that it was for couples. That alone is enough reason for her to reject my offer for this expensive matching wristwatch. “Raphael and I have the exact same thing at him. It would be so weird if I had two of the same brand of wristwatch, don’t you think?” she asked me smiling beautifully as she walked over to another brand on the

POV: Miguel “Do you know who I am?” I asked again, my stern gaze fixed on him. He squinted his eyes to stare at me closely, his forehead creasing in thought. He is obviously thinking about it deeply, wondering who I am. His face doesn’t even look as if he has a wild guess, he looked completely lost, giving me a look that say that there is no way in hell that he would know someone like me.I still stood outside the grand Kendall mansion, my heart racing with anger, livid anger. I can’t believe that I’m still left standing outside like a fucking nobody. When I pressed this doorbell, I was hoping to be recognized as the twin brother of the child they had stolen. I nearly heaved a sigh of relief when Austin Kendall opened the door himself. But here he is, his expression was one of suspicion as if I were a thief or a fucking nuisance.“Who the hell are you?” he repeated, eyeing me like a criminal. Frustration boiled within me, I couldn't believe he was still repeating the same question to

POV: Victoria “Miguel Myers…” I thought to myself as I smiled brightly, thinking of his smile, his beautiful smile. I sat on my bed, a soft smile dancing on my lips as I replayed the day’s events in her mind. Meeting Miguel Myers had been unexpected but delightful, so amazing. He had listened to me, like truly listened, as I poured out my thoughts and feelings, something I hadn’t realized I craved until now. The way he engaged with me, nodding and responding with genuine interest, made me feel valued. His eyes, those beautiful eyes that made me feel as if I was looking into a mirror. I can’t forget him so soon, I can’t get thoughts of him out of my head, he’s just so amazing and special. My new special bestie.Tomorrow, we are set to have lunch together, and the anticipation bubbled within me. I just can’t wait to be with him all day again, it's amazing how we share so many similarities. I wonder if we would be ordering for the same foods and drinks. I would love to know what he lik

POV: Victoria “What is wrong mom, are you okay?” I asked her in a panic as I rushed to her side and tried to see if she was still breathing. She looked as if she was suddenly possessed by a strange spirit, I had never seen her react this way before. Could this be because I mentioned my friend's name?I know that it was the moment I mentioned my new friend's name, Miguel Myers, that mom's face drained of color, and for a heartbeat, it seemed as if the air had been sucked from the room like she wasn’t breathing.“Mom, wake up, breathe!Breathe Mom, you need to breathe right now before you pass out. Breathe Mom, breathe!” I yelled in panic as I rushed to my mom's side, feeling for a pulse. She sat frozen, eyes wide as if she had just seen a ghost. I shook her vehemently, yelling for the maids and calling for help as I tried to restore her back to her normal self. After what felt like an eternity, she gasped for breath, inhaling sharply as color returned to her cheeks. I sighed in reli