All Chapters of My Date, My Boss, My Step-brother!: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

At exactly six fifty-five, I was finishing up my last email when Chris appeared at my desk with his hands tucked into his pockets.“Are you ready?” he asked, his smile easy and very much charming.I grabbed my purse, opening my mouth to respond but was interrupted by a buzzing sound, my phone lit up with a text and I knew who it was from.Ethan Blackwood: My office. Now.I ignored the motherfucker, he had ruined my day and he doesn't get to ruin my date. “Let's go Chris.”I barely had time to process before the intercom clicked on, Ethan’s voice filling the office with his usual controlled and teasing tone.“Chris Alister, please report to my office immediately.”Chris frowned. “What the actual hell?”I forced a smile. “It’s probably nothing. I’ll wait.”But as the minutes dragged on, my patience was wearing very thin, fifteen minutes gone and then twenty.By the time Chris finally emerged from Ethan’s office, he looked very disappointed and defeated.He exhaled sharply, rubbing the b

I was halfway through document I was reviewing when he loomed over my desk. I didn’t need to look up to know who it was.I sighed, pressing my fingers to my temples. "Unless you need a report, an urgent file, or a miracle, I’m busy Mr. Blackwood."He didn't hesitate to snatch the document I was working on right out of my hands."You want to tell me what that was back there?" His voice was calm, it was the kind of calm that usually came before a storm.I exhaled through my nose, finally looking at him. He was standing too close, like always he didn't know what personal freaking space meant, his tie slightly loosened, his sleeves rolled up, looking every bit the boss who thought he owned everything in his vicinity, including me."What what was?" I asked, feigning confusion.His jaw ticked. "The guy. The one grabbing your wrist like you owed him something."I shrugged, trying to seem uninterested. "Some men don’t understand the word no." I have him a look that suggested he was one of tho

This man was hellbent on breaking me and the way wasn't even over.I could handle the coffee runs, the infuriating games or one-night stand dismissals. But then, he cranked it up a notch by piling impossible deadlines onto my plate, pushing me to the edge of sanity.Every time I thought I was finally catching up, another last-minute assignment landed on my desk.Prepare these reports in an hour.Reschedule my meetings, not just once, twice.Find this obscure document from five years ago, right now, he was relentless. I barely had time to breathe before his name flashed on my screen again.Ethan: Come to my office. Now.I slammed my laptop shut, my patience finally snapping.When I stormed into his office, he barely acknowledged me, too busy skimming through a file.I crossed my arms. “This is ridiculous.”That got his attention. He looked up, dark amusement flickering in his eyes. “What is?”I clenched my jaw. “The deadlines. The unnecessary errands. The impossible workload. This isn’

The moment I settled into the passenger seat and the leather cold against my damp skin, I realized just how much trouble I was in. The rain had ruined me.My dress which was already thin, clung to me like a second skin, the soaked fabric outlining every curve, dip and inch of me.And he could see it.Worse was the way the cold had hardened my nipples, making them painfully obvious beneath the material. I didn’t need to look down to know, I could feel it, the way he fabric stuck, the way the air-conditioning only made it worse.I crossed my arms over my chest instinctively, but it was too late as Ethan had already seen.He didn’t say a word, didn’t make some smug comment or cocky remark. But he didn’t look away either.His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter, knuckles flexing. His jaw ticked, the muscle there twitching like he was clenching his teeth too hard. And his eyes were dark, burning, dragging over me like he was trying not to react and this was some kind of test of his s

"I want you."All my working brain cells were begging me to run away, I needed to flee from this man. He was a walking, talking, breathing and living temptation.And yet stupid me couldn't move.I was backed against the wall of my own apartment where had followed me inside without asking, taking up space like he belonged here. Like he belonged anywhere he wanted to be.His eyes were locked onto mine, dark and unreadable.“I—” My voice caught. I barely knew what I was going to say.His head dipped lower, his lips just inches from mine. “You what, Sophia?”I pressed my back harder against the wall, as if that would create some kind of escape. But there was no escaping Ethan Blackwood.I swallowed hard. “You—”His head tilted slightly, gaze sharp as a blade. “I what, Sophia?”He said my name like a challenge, like he already knew I didn’t have an answer.I licked my lips, my throat dry. It was a nervous habit, but his gaze flicked down, tracking the movement. My stomach flipped.This was