Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 154

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Chapter 154

OCEANS.

It was past seven when I reached Jace’s door. I knocked, and the door opened after a few more impatient knocks from me.

The housekeeper opened the door halfway, saw me, and lost all color.

“I need Jace,” I said.

She stepped back without asking if I had an appointment.

Smart woman.

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I did not enter the house. I stayed on the front step because if I crossed that threshold before I knew where Kiss was, I might start breaking expensive things without needing to apologize.

As if on cue, Jace was already behind her. He must have heard the desperate knocks I peppered on his door.

He was fucking shirtless.

That was the first thing I registered – bare chest, shorts hanging loose around his waist, looking flushed like he had been pulled out of something.

His hair was a mess. There was a mark on his throat. And for one second, one single second, my mind put Kisarel in the room behind him, under him, and everything in me went white and silent and murderous.

I had my hand flat against the doorframe.

“Oceans Stark at my house.” He wiped his thumb along the corner of his mouth like he wanted me

to see it.

He leaned into the gap, unbothered, almost amused to find me on his step. “This is becoming a

habit.”

“Where is she?”

His gaze dropped to my hand, then back up. He was enjoying this.

“Where’s who?” He raised a brow.

“Kisarel.” Her name hurt on its way out.

“I’m afraid, but I’ve noticed you’ve taken extreme interest in my fiancé lately.” He scoffed. “Should I be worried?”

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Where is the face?” I skipped his theatrics, not in the mood.

“Inside” He said lazily, watching my face while he said it, and understood he’d chosen the word on purpose. “We were in the middle of something, actually. So whatever this is-

The rage climbed my throat, and I held it down by the collar. ‘I want to see her I interrupted him “No.” He smiled and my jaw locked. “She’s resting.” he added. “We’ve had a long evening

“You have five seconds to stop this performance,” I warned. “It’s childish.”

Jace gave a short laugh. “You can’t come knocking on my door at night, asking to see my fances while she’s in my bed. You understand how that sounds.” He folded his arms.

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“Careful the things you say, Jace Kellerman,” I said, “or I’ll make sure the next person who hears your voice is your doctor.”

He sighed and shook his head. “No. Here’s what’s going to happen, Stark. You’re going to stop. The calls, the showing up, whatever you think you’re doing – it all ends tonight. Because if it doesn’t, you’ll hear from my lawyer.”

“That works.” I nodded. “I have enough lawyers to turn whatever you think you want to do into a family heirloom. Your grandchildren will still be paying filing fees on it.”

“You asshole,” Jace spat. “I’ll have my lawyer draft a harassment suit so wide it swallows your evening news for a month. Watch me.”

I looked at him for a long moment.

“You’re going to sue me,” I said quietly. “I can outspend any suit you file before your man finishes typing the header. I’ve silenced better men than you and never noticed the cost. You don’t threaten me with money. I am the money.”

Something flickered behind his eyes –

the first crack in the smugness – and he covered it fast.

But then a voice came from inside.

“Baby? Who is it?”

A woman stepped into the hall behind him, pulling a robe closed over her.

Her hair was loose. No bangs. Not tall. Not beautiful. Not her.

Fuck. Relief washed me so hard I thought I’d drown.

Jace’s jaw tightened because he knew exactly what I’d just seen.

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He turned and said over his shoulder, “Get the fuck inside. And keep your fucking mouth shut!” Then he turned back to me.

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taried. A few days from your wedding, and you’ve got someone else’s cunt around your cock. I Straightened off the doorframe. “You’re not even loyal to the woman you claim to need. That’s almost impressive

“Get off my property He spat.

“Gladly” I was already turning. “Enjoy your evening. Give my regards to your fiancée – whichever one’s home

It was already past ten when Reeves sent me Kiss’s live location. And by a few minutes to eleven. I was already standing at her hotel door.

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The hallway smelled of old, stale carpet, cheap disinfectant, and someone’s reheated dinner. One of the bulbs overhead flickered every few seconds, throwing ugly light over peeling wallpaper and numbered doors with scratched brass plates.

Somewhere down the hall, I heard loud moans coming from behind a locked room and the constant thudding of the headboard against the wall.

I looked at the door in front of me.

Room 406.

What the fuck was she doing in a place like this?

I knocked, almost determined to move her out of here tonight.

The lock turned almost immediately, like she had been standing on the other side waiting for the

knock.

She looked almost hopeful, like she was expecting someone – and then she saw me, and the hope died so completely I felt it go.

“No.” She moved to slam it. “No, absolutely not.”

I got my hand against it before it closed, and we stood there for a second on either side of the door, her pushing with everything her small frame had and me holding it open with almost nothing.

“Kisarel. Two minutes. That’s all I-”

“Get your hand off my door!” She almost yelled.

Her hair was damp at the ends, like she had washed her face or stood too long under a shower without fixing the rest of herself. She wore a loose sweater over leggings, one sleeve pulled down over her hand. Her skin looked pale, and there was a tired bruising under her eyes that had not been there two days ago.

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heked ke she had ten sick.

Two minutes 1 said quietly. “And then I’ll go, if you still want me to. I swear it

She let go all at once, stepped back, and I took it as permission and are inside

That was when I actually saw the room, and the two minutes I asked for nearly went out d entirely

It was a hole

my head

What the fuck was that burn on the bedspread? And why was there just one working bulb and a smell of damp that sat in the back of the throat?

Fucking hell.

“God Kiss.” I sighed. “What’s this place? You’re sick, aren’t you? You don’t look…” I said all at once. “Kiss what’s wrong with you, you look-”

“None of your business.” She cut me off so fast, and her hand came off her stomach impulsively.

That’s new.

“Who the hell do you think you are to walk into my room and start diagnosing me?” She snapped. “You want to know what’s wrong with me? What’s wrong with me is that the man I told to leave me alone is standing in my hotel room at eleven o’clock at night, trying to diagnose me!”

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