Trapped By My Ruthless Boss

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voice in my head as I s

n two hours, if you want

into my skin. Cold, merciless, and ruthless... Getting promoted from a receptionist to his p

ited and te

n business trips, see the world, and for once, escape the mess I'd been born

five minutes without even breaking a sweat. He was escorted out in handcuffs, on charges Mr. Stark's l

and he could erase you from your career,

brate my new promotion with my fiancé, Jace, before packing my bags and

y line I'd say to Jace the m

w before visiting - rules I followed without question because I loved him, and because he said he loved

just once

trophy, and walked through the gates with a sm

red me in a weird kind of way that I di

ses, clutching my handba

let go of, no matter how many times I'd told him I didn't like her. She seemed not to like me either, but t

an I'd ever heard it, the word d

as str

ading for the stairs. "He's in, ri

pron. "You... might want to wait down her

over my shoulder, but she just sto

hadn't begun to spread through me a

r palms sweat and your breath shorten, no matter how much you

dramatic. If Jace were in any kind of danger, it would have

r, and continued walking, even though my breath kept stutte

door, my legs went weak as I

sound that made my st

up..." a moan, "Ju

her. It wasn't just his moan that punched my heart - it was the rawness

a voice tha

, baby... Ri

n. The one who was supposed to be walking down the aisl

n know when I moved. My legs propelled me straight to the door, and m

with so much force th

I saw my fiancé and the "perfect" woman my boss w

ck in shameless pleasure. Jace's hands clamped her hips, driv

d my breath vanished as

may, my voice only cam

at me, pale and stupid, before he jerked awa

o the floor, panting, her hair sticking to her

and sour. I could hear my own

lfway through. I was shaking so badly that t

hair and wrapped it around his w

d the words for him. "Not you inside m

that scraped at my skin. "Oh, cut the bullshit

p, Moonie," he b

like Jace? Please." She grabbed her dress from the vanity and slipped it on without looking away from me. "You've been too busy playing the g

twisted. "S

boring in bed, that you blush when he touches you,

od..." Jace's voice c

already said you didn't love her. Remember? You said even after we b

grabbing her

d desperate, her, grinning like she'd already won. Something col

sgust me," I

." Jace took a

nic, guilt, something like fear - made me want to scream. Instead, I laughed, "Was t

re no one knew my name, bury my face in a pillow that

I owned remin

ow, the stupid mug h

im these past two years, and now

really wants. Maybe start by dressing like a woman, not a twelve-year-old scho

ways told me he loved my clothes - that h

y voice small. "So

, jaw tight, s

ngaged to Mr. Stark, Moonie. Aren't you

d the spine for that. You're just a pushover. The weak little orph

dead into my eyes. Her tone w

y throat, but I bit it back

he family who took you in when your pathetic parents decide

in her vo

You never do. That's why people like me

my life. I truly did. But God, I didn't owe th

point sharing the great news anymore. The ce

u know what's funny? I used to think you were the on

name, but I stepped back. The movemen

er call m

ded that business trip I