Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 66

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It was noon, and I was sitting at my desk with the bone–deep exhaustion of a woman whose vagina had been thoroughly and repeatedly acquainted with her boss’s cock until four in the morning.

By the time I woke up this morning. I was completely spent.

Every muscle I owned had filed a formal complaint. My thighs. My back. The deep, persistent ache between my legs that four rounds with Ocean Stark had left behind like a signature. My body felt thoroughly used in a way that has made sitting at my desk a genuinely interesting challenge.

I am so sure I would not accommodate another cock down

re for the next two weeks.

Oceans had almost not taken a rest. He’d punished me last night until I almost passed out when my body couldn’t keep up

anymore.

And when I woke up at 9 am and almost had a genuine cardiac event for waking up so late, he just looked at me and said. ‘I am the boss. We can go to the office whenever I like. Relax.”

We took our time to prepare.

He made me breakfast while I brushed my teeth, and he helped me bathe. Although I was terribly shy about it, we all know Oceans. He doesn’t take no for an answer.

Before I could finish breakfast and voice my concerns about what to w

it to me.

to the office, a parcel had arrived, and he handed

When I opened it, it was a brand–new work outfit. Everything I needed. Down to the shoes. In exactly the right size.

“Will I be able to pay you for all these?” I had asked with a sigh. “I’m already owing you so much money.”

He smirked, reached over, and brushed my cheek with two keeps decreasing significantly.”

Bers, and said, “As long as you remain my good girl, your debt

And now, sitting in the office at just twelve PM, I felt an overwhelming urge to sleep, while my boss sat with the energy of a man who had gotten a full eight hours and a light morning jog, attending to meetings, back–to–back.

He kept throwing glances my way, probably to make sure I was still here

I propped my chin in my hand and looked at my laptop screen, saw absolutely nothing, and decided that whatever the Venzela figures needed from me this afternoon, they were going to have to wait until my nervous system had finished its damage assessment from last night.

The

sleep was coming for me whether I invited it or not. My eyes were getting heavy, and the office was warm and quiet and

The door pushed open after one brief knock.

I turned around, and every trace of sleep evaporated instantly, as my gaze fell on the last person I didn’t even want to see, standing beside me in a tailored black suit with a bright smile and a bouquet of flowers and a small shopping bag in his

hands.

Jace.

My stomach dropped straight through the floor.

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Oh God.

Oceans was going to kill me.

Through the glass, I saw the exact minute Oceans‘ attention left the meeting he was having with one of our biggest clients and his team of three.

His eyes moved to the door of the outer office. To Jace. Then to me.

His expression didn’t change.

That was the worst part. It didn’t change at all.

“Arel, honey. Jesus, I’ve been so worried, baby.” Jace, oblivious to what he might have just sentenced me to, strode toward me and went down on one knee beside my chair like we were alone in the room. “Jesus, I’ve been so worried, baby. You haven’t taken a single one of my calls. It’s been almost a week.”

“Jace.” I kept my voice low and my eyes moving between his face and the glass wall behind him, where Oceans was no longer looking at his clients. “You should have texted first. You really shouldn’t have just—”

“Why?” He tilted his head. “Visitors aren’t allowed at lunch?” He smiled. “In my company, staff can receive visitors during lunch hours. I’ve come to take you out, baby.” He held out the bouquet and the shopping bag.

“Open it.”

My heart was doing something genuinely unhealthy.

Every time my eyes went to the glass, Oceans‘ face had gotten more rigid than the last time I looked.

“Let’s just… Go outside.” I said quietly, “My boss is having a meeting. He…”

“…doesn’t mind.” He cut me off with a wave of his hand. “Oceans Stark? He’s a professional. And we’re cool.” He pressed the shopping bag toward me. “Open it, baby.”

I hesitated for a second before pulling out the contents of the bag and saw a small box inside.

The box was beautiful and velvet–covered.

I opened it, and the office light caught the object inside and scattered it across the ceiling and the walls.

It was a diamond necklace. It probably costs more than four months of my salary.

“Wow. This is…” I tried to speak past the lump in my

and the rapid rumbling of dread in my stomach, “It’s beautiful.”

Jace smiled. “I knew you’d like it.” He took it from me, stood up to his feet, and went around me. “This is more apologies from me to you, baby.” He hooked the necklace on my neck, and my gaze caught Oceans‘ again, and his jaw was pulled so tight I could see the muscle working from here.

His gaze stayed on me all along, moving from me to the necklace and back to me again, while Harold took over and did most of the talking with the clients now.

Jace came back around and crouched in front of me

gain.

“I am truly sorry. Arel.” His voice had dropped with something genuine in it. “I know I hurt you. I know I don’t deserve forgiveness yet. But I’m going to keep showing up until I’ve earned it back.” His face fell into sadness, and it reached somewhere deep inside my heart. “I want us to go back to the way we used to be.”

I felt guilt move through ane. Because he was sorry. Whatever else Jace was, whatever he had done, the regret on his face right now was real.

He was genuinely sorry to a woman who had her boss’s cock inside her all through the previous night.

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I wasn’t the good person here, and it was killing me.

“Jace…” I whispered, gazing into his eyes.

“Don’t worry. I have a surprise for you.” He stood

up

and took

my

hand. “Let’s go.”

“No.” I pulled back, “I can’t. Ocea… My boss is in a meeting. I can’t leave just yet. Until…”

Before I could finish up my words, he pulled me out of my seat and walked straight to Oceans door and pushed it open.

Oh, God. Jace was going to be the death of me.

Every cell in my body went cold.

“I’m so sorry to interrupt.” Jace’s voice was smooth and professional, pitched perfectly for a boardroom interruption, completely unaware of what he was stepping into.

Oceans‘ eyes burned with rage and fury. I could see it.

“It’s lunch hour would you mind if I borrowed her for an hour at most?”

Every head at that table swiveled toward the door. I almost dissolved to the floor.

Oceans just sat there with his chin resting on his laced fingers and one finger resting over his lips, and he looked at Jace with an expression so completely, terrifyingly still that the room felt it.

When the silence became too uncomfortable, Mr. Harold cleared his throat,

“Of course, Mr. Kellerman. Harold’s voice was carefully, professionally normal. “Feel free.”

“Thank you.” Jace smiled. “I owe you.” He pulled the door closed and turned to me with a satisfied expression. “See? Not so bad after all.”

But it was.

It was because Oceans didn’t say a word.

And that alone terrified me more than anything else.

Jace stopped at the coffee shop just seven minutes away from SSC. He said we were meeting someone here.

“Park inside the premises,” I said when he pulled up alongside the road instead of turning into the small lot beside the building. “There’s space in there.”

“Relax. It’s fine. No one will steal the car.” He joked easily with a sly smirk.

I opened my side of the door to step out, and the moment I did, just before I closed my door, I saw a black car, without a plate number, coming down the street at a speed that made no sense for this road.

And it was coming directly at me.

It wasn’t drifting or losing control. It was coming directly at me, with a purposeful momentum.

Oh, God.

My hand tightened on the door frame.

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My mouth went completely dry.

I should have moved. I know I should have moved. Every functioning part of my brain was screaming the instruction move, step back, get behind the door, do something – but my body had stopped taking instructions and was just standing there, one foot on the pavement and one still in the car, watching two tons of black metal close the distance between us with a speed that made the air feel different.

I was convinced that I was going to die today.

“Arel!” I heard Jace’s voice, but it was distant as I closed my eyes for the impact, when suddenly a loud ‘crash!‘ filled my ears before it all went quiet.

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