All Chapters of The Billionaire Boss Wants His Doting Sweetheart Back: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Right through the revolving doors of the company building that swirled around so sharply in the early hours of the morning, a lady was seen running as fast as she could towards the sliding doors in the lobby, so that she could quickly get into one of the elevators ahead. She was dressed in a beautiful peach chiffon shirt that was well tucked into a chocolate skirt, her hair was packed up in a high ponytail, and her face, which was perfectly framed by light makeup, effortlessly revealed her charm.Her heels clicked sharply against the polished marble floor as she moved fast, while trying to avoid collision with the few employees that were roaming around and making their way to their own offices. “Shit, I am late again,” Skylar's eyes glanced through her wristwatch, which indicated that the time was not on her side, as her face contorted into displeasure, knowing that she really had to reach the top floor as fast as possible. She made it into one of the elevators sharply as soon as i

“Do not take me to the hospital. Just take me home,” Ivan groaned as his heart pounded like an erratic drum in his chest, each beat echoing in his ears as sweat beaded on his forehead. ‘Where did it go wrong? He didn't eat or drink anything, so how?’ he continued to ponder in his heart, as the car sped through the city streets and went straight to his house. All through the ride, Skylar continued to watch him in anxiety that something might go wrong on their way home, the more she mopped the sweat that beaded around his face with a towel. She wondered what had happened to him at the party while she was not there, but he wasn't in a good mood to even answer whatever questions she might have for him. Ivan's breaths came in ragged gasps under his breath, each inhale, tasting of the musky, intoxicating air around him, as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to compose himself. But all he could see were flashes of burning desire that seared themselves into his mind, as a flush of heat rose

Waking up to an empty bed with the memories of the previous night rushing into his head as soon as he awakened, Ivan could not help but scold himself for making such a stupid mistake and for losing himself. He paced around his room restlessly as soon as he got up from his bed and put on his clothes, running a hand through his messy hair in frustration. He could not believe he had allowed himself to be so careless at the very wrong time, when he had always been so cautious of everything he did. He prided himself on great discipline and self-control, yet, he was caught in a situation that felt entirely out of his control. Ivan scratched his hair even more aggressively, his thoughts badgering his head, ‘How had he let this happen?! Skylar was his secretary, for goodness’ sake! There was nothing that should be between them more than the contractual relationship between a boss and an employee. But that was ruined already!’ “Damn it!” He cussed out loud, his voice laced with self-rep

Seated comfortably on a leather armchair was Ivan, focused on the tablet he had buried his eyes in doing some work, while he carefully anticipated the arrival of his investigator, who had been in the room a few minutes ago. The door soon pushed open, and a man, who seemed to be in his late thirties, putting on a back bumper jacket and pants walked in with a laptop safely secured under his arm. He placed the laptop on the huge table in front of Ivan, and instantly plugged in a USB drive he had slipped out of his pocket. “Mr. Hamilton,” he began, his first finger rotating around the mouse as he made a few clicks on the laptop, “Here is the party footage you requested,” he added, as soon as a video began to play on the screen. The footage began to play, showing scenes from the launch party which was held a few nights ago, showing, from a very capturing angle, how the party started from the beginning, showing elegantly dressed guests, waiters balancing trays of champagne, and people ho

Ivan slumped back on the plush leather seat of his sleek black car, with his tie loosened off of his neck, and his normally composed demeanor was out of place. He ran a hand through his thick, dark hair as he continued to feel infuriated by nothing in particular, his anger simmering beneath the surface which he had been feeling all day.The day had been so tiresome and exhausting for him, filled with endless meetings and inspections, which was a feeling he hadn't had in a long time, even on days when he worked endlessly till midnight. He had gone to inspect his companies as usual without a heads-up, and little detail seemed to irritate him, from the poorly cleaned machine in an industry, to the unnecessary chatter of the worker in one office, to the overly enthusiastic greeting of an employee in another.He had also looked behind several times to call Skylar and ask what was next, only to realize that those who followed behind him were not her. They were not his intelligent, petite