A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss novel Chapter 104

Chapter 104

Madison

I walked toward the restaurant entrance, my legs still trembling from our intense encounter in the car. The feel of Alexander’s cock stretching me, filling me so perfectly, lingered with every step. My pussy throbbed, reminding me how thoroughly he’d fucked me.

The sound of his car pulling away made me pause. Some “girlfriend” I turned out to be – getting fucked in his car then dropped off alone while he rushed to lunch with his family. Not that I cared. This wasn’t a real relationship. Just a business arrangement with incredible sex benefits.

I smoothed my skirt, wincing at the delicious soreness between my legs. My panties felt damp against my skin – the ones he’d made me beg to have back after stealing them earlier. Bastard probably got off on that power play.

The way he’d commanded me to ride him, his hands gripping my hips as I bounced on his thick cock… Fuck. My nipples hardened at the memory of his mouth on them, how he’d made me come so

hard I saw stars.

“Focus,” I muttered to myself. This wasn’t some romance novel where the fake girlfriend falls for her billionaire boss. Alexander was just fulfilling his end of our deal. The fact that he was rushing off to family lunch without his “girlfriend” meant nothing.

Still, my skin tingled where he’d touched me, marked me, claimed me. The ghost of his cock still stretched me most deliciously. For someone who wasn’t my real boyfriend, he sure knew how to ruin.

me for other men.

I watched his car disappear around the corner, remembering how he’d fucked me in that backseat like he owned me. In a way, for the next year at least, he did.

“Get it together, Madison,” I scolded myself. “He’s not your boyfriend. This isn’t real.”

But my body disagreed, still humming from multiple orgasms and wanting more. Damn him and his talented tongue, his skilled fingers, his perfect cock that hit all the right spots….

I shook my head, trying to clear the memories. Time for lunch. Alone. Because that’s what happens in fake relationships – your not–boyfriend fucks you senseless, then leaves you at a restaurant while he dines with family.

The Italian restaurant had a cozy atmosphere, warm lighting, and checkered tablecloths. A friendly waitress led me to a corner table and smiled as she handed me a menu.

“Our special today is the seafood linguine,” she said.

“I’ll have the carbonara, please.” Of course, he’d recommend something delicious. “And sparkling

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water.”

The waitress nodded and left me alone with my thoughts. I pulled out my phone, scrolling through emails to distract myself from the lingering sensations of our car encounter. My body still hummed from his touch, but I pushed those thoughts aside. Work. Focus on work.

The carbonara arrived steaming and perfect, exactly as he’d promised. I savored each bite, trying not to think about how he knew this place so well. How many other women had he brought here?

After finishing lunch, I pulled out my phone again.

“Back to the office soon,” I typed, then deleted it. I was too eager. I tried again: “Finished lunch. Heading to office.” Better. Professional.

I hit send and waited–one minute, two minutes. The message showed as delivered but not read. I stared at the screen until the waitress cleared my plate.

“Why am I even waiting for a reply?” I muttered, shoving my phone into my purse.

He was probably busy with his family at lunch, discussing whatever rich people talked about over their wagyu steaks and hundred–dollar wines.

I flagged down a cab, sliding into the leather seat that wasn’t nearly as luxurious as Alexander’s car. The driver’s eyes met mine in the rearview mirror.

“Knight Industries building, please.”

The city blurred past as I checked my schedule for the afternoon. Two meetings, one conference call, and a stack of contracts that needed reviewing. Normal assistant duties didn’t involve getting thoroughly ravished by thoughts of Alexander.

Back at my desk, I adjusted my skirt and switched on my computer. The familiar hum of office life surrounded me–phones ringing, keyboards clicking, and the occasional burst of laughter from the

break room.

“Back to reality,” I muttered, pulling up Alexander’s calendar.

The next thirty minutes involved a complicated dance of moving meetings, appeasing irritated executives, and finding new time slots that worked for everyone. Mr. Bennett was particularly grumpy about the change, but I sweetened the deal by offering him the prime 9 AM slot tomorrow.

“Yes, Mr. Roberts, I understand completely. Mr. Knight sends his sincere apologies…” I rolled my eyes while keeping my voice professional. These men and their egos.

My phone buzzed with a text. Alexander’s name flashed on the screen: “Done with lunch. Heading back. I hope you enjoyed the carbonara.”

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1 ignored the message and focused on finalizing the schedule changes. The contracts on my desk weren’t going to be reviewed by themselves, and I refused to let our arrangement affect my work performance.

“There,” I said, clicking save on the updated calendar. Everything was neatly rearranged, like pieces on a chessboard. If only my personal life could be organized so easily.

The elevator dinged, and I straightened in my chair instinctively. Alexander strode past my desk, his cologne lingering in the air. He didn’t look my way, but I caught the slight smirk on his lips.

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