All Chapters of In My Billionaire Boss’s Bed: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rhys Van Acker The airport is bustling with activities as I pace back and forth in the private lounge. I try to distract myself by the distant clatter of suitcases, and the low murmur of travelers moving through their own routines. Yet, all I can focus on is the slight twisting in my gut as I wait for Peach.I’m not sure she’ll show up, it’s 9:54am and she’s supposed to be here before 10am. I just hope my plan works. I already told Cole not to come until tomorrow so basically, I’ll be going to Tokyo alone with Peach—that’s if she shows up.If she does, then I get a chance to change her mind about the contract. My blood boils in anticipation as I continue to pace. But it’s ridiculous, really. I’m Rhys Van Acker. I don’t get swept up by what-ifs, but here I am, silently hoping on something.I really must be out of my mind.A sudden burst of movement catches my eye, and I turn just in time to see Peach step into the lounge. My breath hitches, but I force myself to remain still, lea

Peach Salinger The meeting with the Japanese clients was overwhelming and Cole didn’t show up either. It was just Rhys and me. Part of the negotiation was in their language and I’m unable to keep up at some point.But it just amazes me how Rhys speaks the language so well. There’s just something raw and sexy about seeing a mature man speak Japanese so fluently. By the end of the three hours long meeting, I’m exhausted. While Rhys discusses some more information about the project with some of the clients, I head out of the conference room to grab something to eat.I’m a little relieved that he didn’t notice anything unusual about me when I stepped out of my room this morning. Nobody needs to know you had a sex dream about someone you aim to keep a neutral relationship with.I grab a cup of coffee to go from a cute coffe shop on the third floor and head back to the conference room. Halfway there, my phone buzzes in the pocket of my slacks and I pull it out to see a text from

Rhys Van AckerNext morning… I reach out, then open my eyes when my hands touch cool sheets. Slightly disoriented, I stare at the spot where Peach should be. I didn’t dream the night. It’s the sex, my dick says.It’s not the sex. Well, okay, it’s partly the sex. But I’ve never felt this way after sex with another woman. Making her lose herself isn’t just fun, it’s satisfying. I could spend the rest of my life doing it. I get out of bed and look around. Peach’s clothes and shoes aren’t strewn on the floor anymore. Did she go back to her room? For some reason, the thought annoys me,and then the annoyance annoys me more. I use the bathroom, brush my teeth and throw on a robe, then pad out of the room. My clothes turn out not to be strewn all over the floor, either. They’re draped over an armchair facing the TV. The memory of Peach kneeling and giving me head sends a hot rush of desire along my spine, making my cock stir.Down, boy. I’m not on the prowl right now.I registe

Peach Salinger The following day is a Sunday and I wake up to a text from Rhys. [Lets meet up. We need to talk.]What’s the rush? I think to myself, as I glance at the clock on the wall. It’s almost 9am. I toss my phone across my bed and stretch. After taking a long shower, I slip into a pink dress with spaghetti straps that stops mid-thigh showing off my legs. I compliment the look with a pair of dark flats.I pull my long black hair into a bun and apply a little makeup. I stare into the mirror for a few minutes, I can’t even remember the last time I dolled up this much. I grab my bag and step out.Surprisingly, I didn’t stumble into the hamster’s cage as I step into the living room. Reggie had taken them with him before he left yesterday, why’s the cage here again?“Good morning.” I say as I step further into the living room.Marienne is still in her PJs. She’s standing by the dining table, buttering her toast and the amount of butter she’s using stresses me out—a pat that si

Peach Salinger I passed out after the last orgasm and when I finally wake up, I realize it’s almost 4pm. My head’s throbbing too. How did I sleep for so long?I manage to get out of bed, stretching as I do. My legs feel a bit sore but somehow my mouth still waters from thinking about how amazing sex with Rhys is. I mean, he’s the only man I’ve ever slept with actually but still.I grab Rhys T-shirt on the bed and slip into it. He’s not in the room so I conclude he’s downstairs or something. I make my way out of the room and successfully make it to the first floor. The house is huge and I still cannot believe any of this is real.Although, one part of me feels like a terrible person for getting into a fling with someone that’s already engaged. But then again, Rhys said it was nothing serious. Just a formality so I kinda immediately just pushed the feeling of guilt down until it’s nothing more than a little bit of indigestion.“You’re up?” Rhys says as I walk into the huge living