A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Madison

I slumped in the back of the cab, watching the city lights blur past. My head still spun from Alexander’s insane proposition. The cabbie’s choice of radio station – some kind of experimental jazz that sounded like cats fighting wasn’t helping my

headache.

“Could you maybe…” I gestured at the radio.

“Best station in the city,” he declared, turning it up instead.

Perfect. Just perfect.

I sighed and pressed my head against the cool glass, letting the chaos outside distract me.

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The streets whizzed by in a blur of neon signs and bustling crowds. My mind drifted back to Alexander and his ridiculous proposal. One year as his girlfriend, solving all my problems in exchange for… what? Being his personal plaything? His exclusive arm candy?

A year of pretending to be in love with Alexander Knight.

I couldn’t stop my thoughts from wandering to that night in his penthouse. Ther

feel of his lips on mine, his hands exploring

every inch of my body, how he made me cry out with a need so raw it left me trembling.

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The memory alone had me squirming in my seat, heat pooling low in my belly. I bit my lip, trying to focus on anything else – the people on the sidewalks, the billboards flashing by, anything but the way he had taken control, leaving me breathless and

aching for more.

I imagined what it would be like to be with him again, without the haze of drugs clouding his mind. How his touch would feel against my skin, unfiltered by any substances. How his cock would stretch me open, filling me completely as he moved

inside me.

Fuck.

My hand slid down to rest on my thigh, fingers itching to delve lower, but I resisted. This was not the place for such thoughts.

The taxi jerked to a stop, nearly sending me face–first into the partition. “Hospital’s right there,” the driver announced as if I couldn’t see the massive building looming ahead.

I paid him and stepped out onto the curb, taking a moment to compose myself before heading inside.

Alexander Knight had offered me an escape from my financial nightmare in exchange for a year as his girlfriend. Part of me wanted to laugh at the absurdity, and another part wondered how good it might feel to give in completely.

I navigated the sterile hallways, dodging nurses pushing medication carts and doctors buried in their charts. The hospital’s fluorescent lights made everyone look like extras from a zombie movie–probably including me.

Room 304. I knocked softly before entering

“Mom?”

She lay propped up against white pillows, looking small and fragile in the hospital bed. The TV mounted on the wall droned on about some reality show where people competed to build the best doghouse. Only my mother would find that entertaining.

“Maddie.” Her voice was weak, but her smile lit up her pale face. “You didn’t have to come again today,”

“Of course I did “I dropped my bag and settled into the plastic chair beside her bed. “Someone must ensure you’re not flirting

with all the doctors.”

She attempted an eye roll, but it looked more like she was fighting sleep “The only doctor I’ve seen today is Dr. Matthews.

And he’s about twelve.”

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“He’s at least thirty–five, Mom.”

“When you get to my age, anyone under fifty looks like a teenager.” She shifted, wincing slightly. “How was work?”

My stomach clenched. How exactly do you tell your sick mother that your boss just proposed being his fake girlfriend in exchange for paying her medical bills?

“Oh, you know. The usual.” I fiddled with her blanket. “Crazy clients, endless meetings, Mr. Knight being… Mr. Knight.”

“That handsome boss of yours?” She perked up slightly. “The one from the magazine covers?”

“Mom, please don’t start.”

“What? I may be sick, but I’m not blind.” She gave me a knowing look. “And you always get this little wrinkle between your eyebrows when you talk about him.”

I smoothed my forehead self–consciously. “I do not.”

“There it is again.” She chuckled, then broke into a small coughing fit.

I grabbed the water cup from her bedside table, helping her take a sip. “Maybe less talking, more resting?”

She waved me off weakly. “I do enough resting. Tell me more about work.”

“Nothing to tell. Unless you want to hear about the new coffee machine in the break room. It makes these weird gurgling

“You’re deflecting.”

“I’m fine, Mom. Really.” I squeezed her hand gently. “You focus on getting better.”

Her eyes welled up, and I braced myself for what was coming. Mom always got emotional when she was tired, and the

“I just hate being such a burden.” She dabbed at her eyes with the corner of her blanket. “First with everything after your brother–She caught herself, the word hanging between us like a lead weight. “And now these hospital bills. You shouldn’t

have to deal with all this alone.”

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