A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss (by Gregory Ellington) novel Chapter 439

Alexander

The elevator opened directly into my penthouse.

Ethan rushed past Madison and me, his sneakers squeaking against the polished floors. He made a beeline for the floor-to-ceiling windows, pressing both hands and his nose against the glass.

"Whoa! I can see EVERYTHING from here!" His breath fogged the glass. "There's Central Park! And all the tiny cars! They look like toys!"

Madison followed more slowly, her eyes scanning the space like she was cataloging every detail. Looking for what, I wasn't sure.

I watched her take in the sparse furniture, the empty walls where photos should hang. Nothing personal. Nothing that screamed home instead of expensive real estate investment.

"Can I come here whenever I want?" Ethan spun around, his face bright with excitement. "Like, anytime at all?"

I glanced at Madison. She was watching me carefully, waiting to see how I'd answer.

"Yes," I said, meeting Ethan's eyes. "Anytime you want. This is your second home now."

"Really?" His whole face lit up. "I have TWO homes? That's so cool!"

"Ethan," Madison started, her tone cautious.

"What Mom?" He bounced on his toes. "Dad said I can come anytime!"

"I mean it," I said quietly, addressing both of them. "You're both welcome here. Whenever."

Ethan raced back to the windows. "Can I see your office?"

"After you explore a bit more."

He took off down the hallway, his footsteps echoing. Madison moved to follow, but I caught her wrist gently.

"Let him explore. He won't break anything."

"That's not what I'm worried about." She pulled her wrist free, but not roughly. "This is a lot for him. A new father, a penthouse, all of it."

"He seems happy."

"For now. But what happens when reality sets in? When he realizes this isn't some fairy tale?"

I stepped closer. "Then we deal with it. Together."

Her eyes searched mine, looking for lies or empty promises. I let her look; I had nothing to hide.

"I really hope you mean that," she said finally.

"I do."

We stood there in silence, neither moving nor speaking. The penthouse felt too quiet, too empty except for the two of us and everything we weren't saying.

I cleared my throat. "Coffee or tea?"

"Coffee."

I moved to the kitchen, grateful for something to do with my hands. The espresso machine hummed to life, familiar and grounding. Two cups. One for her, one for me.

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