Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Tricking Him

Desmond Belmont had an affair.

As she stood outside the CEO’s office, Beatrice Lawson felt like she couldn’t breathe, the air around her becoming thinner and thinner.

She was glued to the spot, as if frozen in time.

After what felt like an eternity, she finally summoned the strength to knock on the door.

“Come in.”

Desmond answered, his deep voice almost a growl.

Beatrice gripped the papers with one hand and pushed the door open with the other.

Flames of anger were still burning inside her before she entered.

But when she stepped in, she immediately masked the rage. threatening to explode.

With a forced smile, Beatrice walked straight to Desmond and asked, “Are you busy now? Please sign these papers. It’s urgent.”

Without waiting for him to respond, she slid the papers in front

of him.

Desmond had just returned from a business trip to Slideland that morning.

The moment he stepped into the office, he buried himself in work.

The mountain of papers on the table had already given him a headache. So, he signed the papers Beatrice handed over without hesitation, his handsome face clouded with exhaustion.

“Thanks.”

With that, Beatrice took over the signed papers and asked, “Are you coming home for dinner tonight?”

“I have plans tonight. Don’t wait for me,” he muttered without looking up, his voice flat.

“Alright, I’ll head out then.”

Beatrice turned and walked out, her grip on the papers tightening.

Once she was out of his sight, her smile twisted into a sneer.

As she passed the lounge next to Desmond’s office, a faint noise caught her ear. It was like the soft thud of a small animal jumping off a bed.

When she scanned the room, the scattered snack packages and the half-drunk milk on the coffee table caught her eyes first.

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When the girl saw Beatrice, instead of distancing herself from Demond, she boldly wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered something in his ear.

Beatrice Salt a sharp pain in her cheat

She quickly looked away, got into her car, and drove off without sparing another glance at them,

Not long after arriving home, the sound of a car pulling up reached her ears.

She stood before the glam cabinet in her walk-in closet, taking off her necklace when suddenly, a tall, strong body pressed up against her from behind: Quickly, she was arrounded by the familiare of his cologne

Propping his hand on the cabinet, Desmond leaned in and asked, “Are you angry?

“Yes. Iman angry right now that I could all someone. You’d better becareat,” Beatrice replied, her tone bland.