All Chapters of A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

MadisonHis hands were everywhere, roaming over my body like he owned it. And fuck, maybe he did. For now, at least. He pulled back, eyes glinting with that familiar hunger. "Bed. Now." Before I could utter a word, Alexander scooped me up like I weighed nothing. My arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, our faces inches apart. His eyes burned into mine, the hunger in them sending a shiver down my spine. "What are you—?" "Shh," he hushed, carrying me towards the bedroom. "I told you, bed. Now." I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. He kicked the door open, revealing the expansive bedroom dominated by a king-sized bed. The room was dimly lit, the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows that danced across the walls. He tossed me onto the bed, and I bounced slightly, my breath hitching. He stood at the foot of the bed, his gaze roaming over my naked body like a predator eyeing its prey. "Spread your legs," he commanded. "Let

MadisonI rushed toward the door, mind still racing about the photo incident when I collided straight into Alexander's solid chest. His hands gripped my arms, steadying me before I could stumble. "Why are you running around like a headless chicken?" His voice held that dangerous edge from earlier, blue eyes still stormy with residual anger. I straightened my blouse. "You said the car's leaving in five minutes." "Yes." His jaw remained tight as he released me, turning toward the elevator without another word. The private elevator ride to the garage stretched with uncomfortable silence. I kept my eyes fixed on the polished metal doors, hyper-aware of Alexander's imposing presence beside me. The usual crackling tension between us had morphed into something darker after he'd caught me snooping. The doors opened to the garage where his sleek car waited. Alexander strode ahead, not bothering to hold the car door for me like he usually did. I slid into the backseat, maintaining careful

MadisonI knocked once and entered, tablet held like a shield in front of me. "Your schedule for today, Mr. Knight." My voice came out clear and steady as I positioned myself beside his desk. He gestured for me to continue without looking up from his computer screen. The familiar scent of his cologne hit me - spicy, expensive, and entirely too distracting. I forced my eyes to focus on the tablet. I ran through his appointments methodically, keeping my tone crisp and businesslike. "That concludes today's schedule, Mr. Knight. Would you like me to adjust anything?" "No adjustments needed." His eyes finally lifted from the computer screen, fixing on me with an intensity that made my skin tingle. Without breaking eye contact, he reached for a small remote on his desk and pressed a button. The office blinds whirred closed behind me, shielding us from the sights of our colleagues, while the floor-to-ceiling windows still revealed the city beyond. "Lock the door, Ms. Harper." My

MadisonThe walk to the conference room felt like a mile. Each step reminded me of my naked state beneath my skirt. The clicking of my heels against the marble floor matched my thundering heartbeat. We entered the conference room, where board members and executives sat waiting. Their eyes followed us as Alexander strode to his place at the head of the table. I slid into my seat, hyper-aware of the fabric of my skirt against my bare skin. The cool leather of the chair made me suppress a small gasp. Alexander's eyes flickered to me, a ghost of a smirk playing on his lips. Brad, our head of sales, started his presentation. Numbers and graphs flashed across the screen as he detailed our performance across different sectors. I focused on taking notes, determined to maintain my professional composure despite the constant reminder of my missing underwear. "Our hotel division saw a 15% increase in revenue," Brad continued, clicking through his slides. "The new property in Miami exceeded e

MadisonI shifted in my seat, trying to focus on the passing buildings instead of Alexander's presence beside me. The usual bustling streets of Manhattan gave way to quieter roads, trees replacing skyscrapers. "This doesn't look like the way to that Italian restaurant," I noted, recognizing we'd ventured into a more secluded area. His lips curved into that knowing smirk. "Observant as always, Ms. Harper." The car slowed, turning onto a private drive sheltered by tall oaks. He parked in a spot hidden from the main road, killing the engine. "Mr. Knight, I thought we were getting lunch." I crossed my legs, aware of his gaze following the movement. "Oh, we are." He unbuckled his seatbelt, turning to face me. "But first, I want to sample something else that looks delicious." Heat crept up my neck. "Here? Someone could see us." "That's what tinted windows are for." His hand slid along my thigh. "Now be a good girl and climb into the back seat." My heart raced as I considered his com