All Chapters of A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

AlexanderThe morning sun beat down as John pulled up to Café Laurent. "I'll call when I'm done." I straightened my tie and stepped onto the sidewalk. The hostess practically tripped over herself, leading me to Leo's table. He sat in the corner booth, already nursing what looked like his second espresso. "You're late." Leo didn't look up from his phone. "Traffic." I slid into the leather booth across from him. "Or maybe I just enjoy making you wait." A waitress materialized at our table, pen poised. "Your usual, Mr. Knight?" "Black coffee." Once she left, I pulled out my tablet and pulled up the footage I'd been reviewing. "Take a look at this." I swiped through the footage, zooming in on a particular sequence. "See this woman here? She keeps showing up." Leo leaned forward, squinting at the screen. "Timestamp?" "First appearance at 7:47 PM." I tapped the screen, pointing to a blonde in a red dress hovering near the bar. "Then again at 7:55 near the restrooms." "Could be a

AlexanderI straightened up, pressing my hard cock against her. She gasped, pushing back against me. I chuckled, grinding into her. "You feel that? That's what you do to me." I reached around, sliding my hand between her legs. She was already wet, her pussy slick and ready. "Looks like someone's eager," I murmured, circling her clit with my thumb. Madison squirmed, her breath coming in short gasps. "Mr. Knight, please..." "Please what?" I teased, sliding a finger inside her. She clenched around me, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Please fuck you? Please make you come all over my hand?" She pushed back against me, taking my finger deeper. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes, what?" I pulled out, adding another finger, stretching her. "Yes, please...fuck me." The words were barely audible, but they were all I needed. I grabbed a condom from my wallet, tearing it open with my teeth. Madison watched over her shoulder as I rolled it onto my cock, her eyes wide. "Like what you see?

Madison"What? No!" I stood up, straightening my skirt. "Why would you think that?" "Because you're doing that thing with your hands." She pointed to where I was fidgeting with my sleeve. "You always do that when you're hiding something." I quickly dropped my hands. "There's no one, Mom. I'm just busy with work and... everything else." "Everything else being...?" "Make sure my mother rests instead of playing matchmaker from her hospital bed." She huffed dramatically. "Fine, fine. But just so you know, I wouldn't mind having a doctor for a son-in-law." "Mom!" "What? I'm just thinking ahead. Plus, imagine the family discount on medical care." I shook my head, trying not to laugh. "First day in a fancy hospital, and you're already trying to set me up with the staff." "Hey, a mother can dream." She adjusted her pillows. "Besides, did you see how gentle his hands were? Imagine those hands making you breakfast in the morning-" "Mom!" I covered my face. "Please stop." "Fine, fine.

MadisonI fidgeted with my purse strap as John navigated the evening traffic. Alexander sat beside me, his presence making the back seat feel impossibly small. The leather seats squeaked as I shifted, trying to maintain a professional distance. The city lights blurred past the tinted windows as we drove. I kept my eyes fixed ahead, pretending to be fascinated by the brake lights of the cars in front of us. My mind was elsewhere, tangled in confusion about why Alexander had decided to take me out for dinner. It wasn't like him to suggest such things, especially not in the midst of a busy week. Then I felt his hand on my thigh, warm through the thin fabric of my skirt. My breath caught. "The driver," I whispered, mortified. My eyes darted to John's reflection in the rearview mirror. Alexander's hand stayed put, his thumb tracing small circles that sent shivers up my spine. My face burned hot enough to melt steel. "John's focused on the road." His voice dropped low, meant only for m

MadisonMy cheeks burned. I took a sip of champagne to avoid responding. "Let me give you some advice." She leaned forward, her diamond bracelet catching the light. "Alexander likes his women sexy. Short skirts, high heels, the works. Though..." Her eyes raked over me. "Even in designer clothes, you're not really his type. He prefers women with a certain presence." I stared at my half-empty glass, wishing I could disappear into the plush booth cushions. "Women like me," she continued, preening. "Last time we were together, he couldn't keep his hands off me. The things that man can do..." She fanned herself with her hand. "But I'm sure you wouldn't know anything about that." My grip tightened on my glass as I remembered the feel of Alexander's hands on my thigh just minutes ago. The marks he'd left on my neck that I'd carefully covered with makeup. But I kept my expression neutral, letting her assumptions stand. "Nothing to say?" She smirked. "I suppose that's for the best. Wouldn