All Chapters of My Boss, My Husband: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I knew the kiss with Lucius was lasting longer than a “fake kiss” should, but my desire to pull away from him was nonexistent. I was completely intoxicated by his lips, his touch, and the way he made me feel. Still, all good things must come to an end.“Um, excuse me, lovebirds, we’re still here,” Amanda said, her voice tinged with awkwardness.At her words, Lucius and I pulled apart, turning to face her. And not just her, but the rest of my family. I wasn’t sure who looked more upset, Andrew or Amelia. They were definitely in competition. Meanwhile, my father, ever the business enthusiast, looked more satisfied than ever. Want to see Serge Fairmount happy? Show him some money.“We know you’re here, sister. It’s just… we got caught up in the moment…” I said, turning to gaze into Lucius’s eyes, as if we were connected on a deeper level.“Completely caught up,” Lucius agreed, his hand still resting on my back, almost touching my butt. I laughed, playing the part of a perfect actress.

Not even my intense hatred for Andrew made me want to kill him. And I certainly didn’t want Lucius getting into trouble over that idiot. I had to put an end to this scene before anyone saw us, so I went straight to my fiancé and grabbed his arm.“Stop, Lucius! He’s drunk! He doesn’t know what he’s doing!” I pleaded.“Yeah, that’s what they say. But guys like him always know what they’re doing,” Lucius muttered as he stopped pressing down on Andrew’s neck and stepped back.Andrew, for his part, lay on the ground, coughing and spitting up blood. He struggled to his feet, swaying, and I took no pleasure in seeing his shirt stained red or his eyes lost in a haze of anger and alcohol.“You’ll pay for this. Both of you will,” he spat out as he staggered away.…Back at the apartment, I rummaged through Jenna’s closet for the first aid kit. I found the white plastic box and took it out to tend to Lucius. He was on the sofa, his jacket discarded, and a glance at his hand made me worry.

Rush-hour metro rides were more colorful than you could imagine. At the end of the aisle, there was a singer collecting coins while hitting all the wrong notes. Behind me, a baby was crying its lungs out, and in front of me, two old men were arguing about politics.And then there was me, clutching a grab handle, dead tired, with another big nuisance to my right: Jenna giggling like a preschooler. I was the reason for her laughter.“It’s Thursday already. You’ve been mocking me for three days straight. Don’t you ever get tired?” I complained, pulling my purse higher on my shoulder.“You think this is mockery? It’s not,” she lied, gripping her handle as tightly as I was. “These are gestures of support disguised as nervousness. Which just so happens to look like laughter.”I bit my tongue at her grandiose response. She’d been like this ever since I’d filled her in about Lucius proposing to me, giving me that engagement ring, and how she’d seen us disrespecting her couch.“Save your ‘

Without the context of what we’d just heard, I was sure this office would look like a game of freeze tag. No one moved or breathed, including Amy and myself. But not Lucius, of course.“Are you being paid to be nosy?” he asked, clearly in a foul mood.No one answered him. Amy just shrugged and stared at the floor. The place was as still as a desert.“Get moving!” he barked.At that, everyone jumped, including me. Tom and Savannah rushed back to their desks, Amy ran off somewhere far from to put distance between herself and our boss, and the noise returned to the floor. I could hear the beginnings of phone calls and the frantic clicking of keyboards in the distance. I wanted to flee my spot too, but Lucius’s focus was entirely on me.“Come to my office,” he demanded before turning and walking away.I had no choice but to follow him to his office. Lucius’s behavior left me bewildered. That feeling didn’t leave as I entered his office and saw him leaning against his desk, arms cross

Out of all the mysteries Lucius presented to me, the one involving his relationship with Amelia gnawed at my insides the most. How could it not, with those two looking at each other with such blatant loathing? What was with the strange reactions my stepmother had around him? And what was with that undisguised hatred my fake fiancé showed towards her?“Amelia, that’s a bit out of line. Lucius and I are getting married. He’ll be part of *our* family,” I interjected.“Marianne, what are you doing here? I didn’t know you were here…” Amelia stammered, smoothing her dress, clearly uncomfortable.“She works here. What are you talking about? The one who shouldn’t be in this office is you. Who let you in?” Lucius retorted sharply.This was a side of Lucius I’d come to recognize. He could be incredibly charming, but also incredibly unpleasant when he wanted to be. Right now, he was being the latter. Then again, he always was when dealing with Amelia.“This used to be my husband’s office. Yo