All Chapters of Wild Nights with my Billionaire Boss: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

KeiThe faint light of morning crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I stirred, feeling the warmth of the blankets wrapped around me, my body still heavy with the exhaustion of last night. For a moment, I lay there, half-asleep, memories from the night before flickering through my mind like scenes from a dream—Gio’s touch, his words, the quiet confessions shared in the dark.But when I rolled over, reaching for him, my hand met only cool sheets. I opened my eyes, blinking against the morning light, and saw the space beside me empty. The familiar pang of disappointment crept in, but as I sat up, I caught a faint, enticing scent wafting from the other side of the suite.Curious, I slipped out of bed, grabbing the robe that lay across the armchair and wrapping it around me as I padded out toward the kitchen. When I stepped into the small dining area, a soft smile spread across my face.On the countertop s

Kei  The day moved with a quiet sort of magic, the sun hanging low in the Paris sky, casting golden hues over the city as evening approached. I was lost in a soft, peaceful daze from our morning together, feeling a calm warmth settle over me—a feeling I hadn’t let myself feel in a long time. Gio had given me pieces of himself that felt precious, pieces I’d been waiting for him to share.I was just getting ready when I heard a soft knock on the door. I opened it to find Gio standing there, holding a bouquet of vibrant roses that instantly filled the room with their sweet, heady scent. His expression was warm, yet nervous, a small smile playing on his lips as he offered them to me.“For you,” he said softly, his gaze intense and unwavering.I took the flowers, feeling the delicate petals between my fingers, their fragrance washing over me. “Gio, they’re beautiful,” I w

Kei Leaving Paris felt bittersweet. The city had become a place of new memories, of quiet moments and promises whispered under the night sky. Gio and I had found something real here—something neither of us had anticipated. But as the plane cut through the clouds, I couldn’t shake the worry that back home, our delicate balance might shift, that the demands of his world would pull us back into a rhythm that was all too familiar and distant.When we landed, Gio was immediately pulled into work calls, his focused expression a reminder of the responsibilities waiting for him. His world was demanding, relentless, and for all that we had shared, a part of me worried that it might take over again.We exchanged a soft smile as we gathered our things. “I’ll see you tonight?” he asked, his gaze softer than the words.I nodded, squeezing his hand. “I’ll meet you at your place.”With

Gio’s POV – FlashbackThe ballroom was filled with the murmur of polite conversations, the clinking of glasses, and the soft strains of a string quartet playing in the corner. Crystal chandeliers bathed the room in golden light, casting reflections off the glittering jewelry and polished smiles of the guests. It was the kind of event I had grown up attending—a room full of people pretending to care about each other while calculating who could benefit their ambitions the most.I stood near the edge of the room, my tie feeling like a noose around my neck, the glass of scotch in my hand doing little to dull the growing unease in my chest. Across the room, my mother moved through the crowd with practiced ease, her smile sharp and calculated, her words always perfectly chosen. Next to her, Vanessa stood, a vision of poise and elegance, her every movement designed to project control.She caught my eye and offered a small, knowing smile that made my stomach turn.“Don’t look so miserable, Gi

Gio’s POVThe morning started like any other—calm, calculated, and immersed in the usual rhythm of work. The sleek interior of my office reflected the precise control I maintained over my business life, even as my personal world teetered on the edge of chaos.The only thing grounding me these days was Kei. Her unwavering belief in me had been both a comfort and a weight, reminding me of how much was at stake. And today, that weight felt heavier than usual, the air carrying an unspoken tension that I couldn’t shake.I was poring over a set of financial reports when the sharp buzz of the intercom broke through my focus. My assistant’s voice followed, tentative.“Mr. Moretti, there’s someone here to see you. She... uh... insisted on not being turned away.”I frowned, already knowing who it was. “Vanessa?”“Yes, sir,” she confirmed, her tone uneasy.I pinched the bridge of my nose, frustration flaring. Vanessa didn’t do polite visits or subtle discussions. Her arrival meant she was ready