All Chapters of Irresistible Boss: Succumbing to Your Touch: Chapter 301 - Chapter 310

Henry’s POVI had a vague idea of what had happened. I always knew my father was a scoundrel, but this was far worse. This lowered him to a category worse than just a creep or a harasser.Three years ago, my father spent a long time in the city. I had bought his shares in the company a few years before, but he had already blown through all the money he made and came looking for more. When I didn't give in, he kept making my life hell as usual. But suddenly, out of nowhere, he left and stayed quiet in Miami, until now.I never understood why he left. I only knew vaguely that two women had come forward saying he had harassed them and forced them to have sex, but I never knew exactly what had happened, and they quickly disappeared.But now everything was there, right before my eyes. My not-so-dear father was a rapist. I started reading the report.Three years earlier, when he was around here, showing off as a big shot, he threw a party at a beach house he had rented. His little friends, a

Henry’s POVIt had been a week since I'd been with Sam. I couldn't resist seeking her out, and I gave my heart and soul to her once and for all. I threw myself into her arms - it was the best night of my life because I felt she gave herself completely to me too. But my phone rang, and I had to rush out in the middle of the night.Reynold had been arrested, and my PR team needed me to handle the damage control for all the media coverage the situation might cause. We managed to keep his arrest under wraps and maintain the confidentiality of the investigation, keeping the press away from the matter, but he got himself a good lawyer who got him out of jail within twenty-four hours. And that deeply irritated me.I had left a note for Samantha in the apartment, asking her to reach out if there was any chance of fixing our relationship, but she simply ignored me. All I could feel now was pain, both physical and emotional. I felt sadness, frustration, anger, and even remorse for letting myself

Samantha’s POVI anxiously picked up my phone with trembling hands, searched for Henry's contact, and made the call. It went straight to voicemail. I looked uncertainly at Vince, and he sighed."The pizza's here. I'll go get it, and you go get ready. We'll eat while you're getting dressed, and then I'll take you to your Romeo's house." Vince was more determined than I was."But what if he's with someone else, Vince?" I asked, feeling a mix of anxiety and jealousy."You kick her butt out and make it clear that man is yours. I guarantee he'll love it." I laughed at the way Vince put it.Vince got the pizza, and I did as he suggested, getting ready while eating. When I was ready, I grabbed my purse, and we left. He stopped at Henry's house, and I asked him to wait a bit in case something went wrong. I got out and went to the gate, but the security guard informed me that Henry hadn't been there for months. Could he have gone back to his apartment?Like a good friend, Vince drove me to Henr

Henry’s POVMel and I went to get coffee at the bakery near the office. She gave me a "gentle" warning by pulling my ear.Then she laid down the rules: we would go shopping, work on my appearance, I'd be back running my empire tomorrow, and then she would help me with Samantha. I didn't quite understand what she meant by all this, but if I was already in the rain, I might as well get wet, and since she was offering to help, I'd better take advantage of it.We left the bakery and caught a taxi. We went straight to the hotel where I'd been staying for months."Martin, here's the deal: you're going to take a good shower, pack your things, and leave this hotel right now," Mel said when we got in."Mel, I can't stay in that house without Sam, and if I go back to the apartment, she'll never forgive me.""Oh, I see I'll have to change the order of things." Mel complained. "Fine, I'll help you with Sam today, and Monday you can go back to running your empire.""Are you serious?" I broke into a

Samantha’s POVAfter opening the door, I saw the entire space was illuminated by small lamps scattered throughout. On the ceiling, there was a sea of pearlescent transparent balloons filled with helium gas. From each one hung a white ribbon with either miniature photos of Henry and me, notes with apologies or romantic declarations, or red hearts made of cardstock. I walked around, reading each message and looking at each photo from the many happy moments we shared together.I reached the living room with tears already streaming down my face, and looking ahead, I saw Henry standing there, in that room where we had watched the sunrise and where our fluffy rugs and colorful pillows still remained. He was simply standing there, hands in his pockets, with an anxious look. The ceiling was also covered with balloons carrying photos, messages, and hearts. The same small lamps created a cozy atmosphere.On the side table near the pillows, there was wine, cheese, fruit, and chocolates. Around th