Woke Up Married To My Mysterious Boss

e stairwell, skipping steps, the hum

at made her silk pajamas cling uncomfortably to her lower back. The room was dark, save for the ambi

her hand sweeping across the Eg

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A low, rhythmic thumping sound drifted in from the hallway. It

he chill shot straight up her calves. Her stomach twisted-a sudden, violen

t her ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. She didn't want to open it. Every instinct in her b

ard it. A woman

veins. It was a soft, breathy s

s gave a low creak, a sound of

rkness. On the custom Italian leather sofa she had picked out three months

er, his eyes wide, reflecting the hallway ligh

sheet up over her chest, her face hidden in the shadows of the ro

ked, barely a sound. Shock paralyzed her

his boxers, his movements quick and efficient, as if he were already late for a meeting. He walked toward her, usi

r hands started to tremble, a fin

ek Philippe she had given him for his birthd

"I'm bored, Aria. I'm bored of the 'good girl' act. And frank

ion of her family's financial trouble-the rumors she had

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m. His grip wasn't comforting; it was a

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against his grip. "I paid for that sofa! I p

ff the high ceilings. "Honey, look at the lease. My name i

an on the couch called out. Her voic

. He grabbed her trench coat from the rack and threw it at her face. The

to her chest. Her eyes filled with ho

he doorknob. "Or I'll make sure everyone in Manhatta

r face. The lock clicked-a decis

ared at the brass number 4B. Through the thick wood, s