HIS STRIPPER, HIS WIFE novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50

Chapter 50

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He took the letter from my hand and unfolded it with that same unhurried care he had used when he took it off the table earlier. His eyes moved down the page slowly, line by line, and I watched his face for any sign of reaction, for a second there was nothing then the corner of his mouth lifted.

It wasn’t the reaction I was expecting, I had pictured anger maybe, or that flat unreadable look he wore whenever he wanted to make a point of not reacting at all, What I got instead was something close to delight, like he has just been handed a puzzle he had already solved days ago.

He looked up at me over the top of the page, then back down at it, then set it on the table with two fingers, smoothing it flat against the wood like he was tucking it into bed.

“Request denied,” he said, leaning back into his chair with both hands now resting loosely on the armrests, completely at

ease.

I felt my mouth fall open slightly before I caught myself. “What?”

“I like the way you brought it directly to me though,” he said, tilting his head, studying me like I was something mildly entertaining. “Didn’t go through HR. Didn’t file it with anyone else first. Straight to the source. Most people would have tried to go around me. I respect that you didn’t.”

“You can’t deny my resignation.” I said, and this time my voice came out sharper than I meant it to, loud enough that I had to consciously lower it.

“You lost that particular freedom the day you agreed to be my assistant,” he said, and he said it so plainly, so without any heat at all, that it somehow made it worse. Like he was explaining something obvious to a child who should have already known better.

“You don’t get to wake up one morning, type a letter, print it, and walk it over here expecting me to just accept it on the spot. There’s a process. Ninety days advance notice to management, in writing, properly filed. You can go check your own onboarding paperwork if you don’t believe me. I’m sure there’s a copy of it somewhere in that drawer you keep locked.”

He gestured loosely toward the door as he said the last part, already dismissing me before I even finished standing in front of him, like the conversation had run its full course in his mind even if it hadn’t in mine.

“You planned this,” I said. “You knew it would come to this. You knew, the moment you wrote that contract, that I would try to walk away from it, and you made sure there was no clean way out before I even thought of trying.”

He didn’t answer, he just looked at me, his expression settling into that calm demeanor. I turned and walked back to my desk because there was genuinely nothing left to say that wouldn’t make things worse.

My legs carried me there faster than I meant to walk, and by the time I dropped into my chair my hands were trembling 1 slightly against my keyboard, not from fear, but from anger that had nowhere left to go.

I dug my earpiece out of my bag and pushed it into my ear, letting a slow playlist fill the space where my thoughts kept circling. I closed my eyes for a second, just breathing in time with the music, willing my pulse to slow down to something reasonable. I don’t know how long I sat like that before I felt the desk shift slightly under a weight that hadn’t been there a moment before.

I opened my eyes and he was right there, sitting on the edge of my desk, one leg braced against the floor, looking down at me with an expression I couldn’t quite place yet.

Sorry have you been calling me, sir,” I said quickly, yanking the earpiece out and sitting up straighter, smoothing my expression back into something professional even though my heart had just jumped at finding him that close without

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No matter how furious I was with him, he was still my boss, still technically in charge of whether that letter on his desk ever turned into something real, and I wasn’t about to forget that just because I wanted to.

“No,” he said, and then paused, “Your resignation or the contract.” Another small pause. “Don’t you think the contract is the better option here?”

“Your contract, you mean,” I said, the words coming out flatter than I intended.

He scoffed under his breath, “Why exactly do you have a problem with it?” He shifted his weight, turning fully toward me now, angling his whole body so he was facing me directly, actually looking while my heart picked up its pace without asking permission.

“Because I’m not a clause,” I said, holding his gaze even though it cost me something to do it.

“I didn’t say you were a clause.”

“Then what was all that shade buried in it for?” I shot back, my voice rising just slightly before I reined it back in, “Is it bad if I want you?”

The question landed before my mind had even finished processing the words, and for a second I just sat there, completely undone by how simple he had said it.

“I… I…” I fumbled, the sentence collapsing before it ever found its feet.

“I know we might not have met in the best way, sir.” I said anally, forcing the words out slowly, trying to find solid ground again. “And some things happened that probably shouldn’t have happened the way they did. But the truth is…” He leaned in closer as I spoke, closing the distance between us until I had to glance past his shoulder toward the glass wall just to remind myself we weren’t actually alone in this building.

No one was looking right now but anyone could glance over at any moment, and that single thought alone made the back of my neck feel uncomfortably warm.

“Continue.” he said, not moving back an inch, his voice low enough that it barely cleared the small space between us.

“You’re my boss,” I said.

He nodded slowly, almost like he had been waiting for me to say exactly that, like it confirmed something he already had in mind.

“That’s why I needed the contract,” he said. “At least, to make it look more like…” He didn’t finish the sentence, and I couldn’t help the short laugh that escaped from my lips.

“So, my contract,” he said again, his voice calmer now, almost teasing, like he was enjoying watching me squirm.

“Nothing of such, sir.” I said, lifting my chin slightly, looking straight into his eyes and refusing to let my voice shake even though everything in me wanted to.

“If you continue looking at me like that,” he said, leaning more, close enough now that I could feel the warmth coming off him. “I might have to turn you around on that table and fuck the anger you’re making me feel right out of you.”

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