Semua Bab My Date, My Boss, My Step-brother!: Bab 31 - Bab 40

Avoiding Ethan Blackwood should have been easy. He was a CEO with a demanding schedule, and I was just another employee buried under paperwork.But Ethan wasn’t just my boss, the man he was a storm, one that had an uncanny ability to find me no matter where I tried to hide.And I wasn't just an employee, I was his secretary.I spent the entire morning avoiding places he was likely to go to, intentionally planning my movements.I skipped my usual coffee break because I knew he would be there. I took the long way to the copy room just to avoid passing his window. When I saw him walking down the hallway, I immediately ducked into a random meeting room, pretending to check something on my phone until he was gone.It was ridiculous. It was childish and yet, it still didn’t work.At exactly noon, my phone vibrated on my desk.Ethan: My office. Now.I stared at the message, my stomach knotting.I could ignore it. Pretend I didn’t see it. Maybe even claim my phone was on silent. After two mi

I spun toward Ethan meeting his full intense gaze as my chest tightening. “Can you just try yours.”He pulled out his phone then glanced at the screen before he shook his head. “Nothing.”I clenched my fists trying to get a grip of myself as my dear was getting the better of me“You have got to be kidding me.”It became hard to breathe as my vision slightly blurring at the corner of my eyes, I couldn't see well as my head was banging. No, no, no.“Sophia,” Ethan’s voice cut through the fog in my head but even at that I barely heard him.I pressed myself against the cold wall trying to force air into my lungs, anything I could do to breathe but it wasn’t working. The walls were closing in and my heartbeat was becoming too loud nothing I tried could make it stop, the only thing I could do was to feel my skin getting wet with sweat.I gasped, clutching my chest. I can’t breathe! I can’t—Then he did something unexpected.He touched my face then he slid his hand from my face to the back of

The air was heavy, I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper, but it didn’t stop the heat crawling up my neck, it didn't stop the way my thighs pressed together, desperate for his touch or anything to ease my feeling.And I knew he saw how his words were making me uncomfortable, the bastard was enjoying every second of it.He tilted his head, watching me like he had all the time in the world. His lips curled at the edges as I could see his dark amusement.“You don’t have to say anything, Sophia.” His voice was softer now, but still very much less dangerous. “Your body already told me everything.”I let out a shaky weak breath, I needed to regain control but my brain refused to cooperate.Ethan took a slow step closer, his chest nearly brushing mine. “Still pretending, sweetheart?” His gaze dropped, dragging over my body in a way that made my skin feel watched. “Even though I can see your nipples through that tight little blouse?”I choked feeling half shock, half turned on.I force

Although I was fuming when the makeup team had barged into my apartment, uninvited and very much determined to carry out the devils orders but now, hours later, sitting in front of a grand mirror I was pleased with what they did.My hair had been pulled into a sleek tight bun with not a single strand out of place, it looked as though I was missing a tiara on my head.It framed my face accentuating the cheekbone that I never knew I had, my reflection felt too polished and refined to be me. My nails, which were an uneven and rough mess from all the stress biting, were now painted a bold scarlet red. I ran my fingers against my palm feeling very powerful.My makeup was another transformation entirely. My eyes had a smoky look and my lips were a lighter shade of red. Every, every detail had been done to perfection, I now looked like a version of myself that I wasn’t sure I recognized.And then there was the dress that clung to me like a second skin, it framed my body in a way that made i

The moment we stepped inside, the sheer extravagance of the room nearly swallowed me whole.Golden chandeliers hung from the ceiling, their glow casting reflections across the polished marble floors.Soft classical music played in the background, masking the hushed murmurs of men in expensive suits and women dripping in jewelry that probably cost more than my entire net worth.Every detail was perfection—from the extravagant roses adorning each table to the poised waitstaff moving like clockwork. It screamed a level of wealth I had only ever seen in movies.I swallowed hard, suddenly hyper-aware of how out of place I should have felt.But then I remembered whose hand I was holding.Ethan freaking Blackwood and the man was literally richer than God.His grip was firm, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. The warmth of his touch anchored me, a silent reassurance that I wasn’t some outsider crashing into a world I didn’t belong to.I glanced up, only to find him already watching me