Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 95

I was running late today. Not because I had anything pressing to take care of at home. But because I had stood in front of my closet for twenty minutes trying to convince myself that going to the office was something I still did.

That was new. That was fucking pathetic.

I had built four companies from the ground up. I had closed deals that made men twice my age weep with gratitude. I had never once woken up and wondered if showing up was worth the effort.

But, going there and seeing Kiss? It was something my self–control had been warning me about, screaming that it couldn’t handle it anymore.

I was running out of ways to ignore it.

It was hell. Staying in the same space with her and pretending I was not one bad second away from dragging her into my office, locking the door, and reminding her exactly what part of my entire being she possessed.

Fuck.

I fucking missed her. But staying away was necessary.

Moon didn’t hesitate to move in with me. And her parents had practically handed her over with a bow around her neck, acting like their daughter moving into my house before the wedding was some romantic fucking milestone.

Usually, the thought would have irritated me enough to leave the country for a week, but I schooled myself to stop feeling that way

about her or anything she did.

I just… Tolerated.

That was the part that made me want to break something.

If she had been anyone else, this would have been easier.

But no.

Fate, or whatever cruel bastard handled these things, had decided to put that debt in Moon’s hands.

Maybe someday, if I forced myself hard enough, I would feel something for her.

Likeness, at least. Respect. Or anything that did not feel like a debt pressing its knee into my spine.

Because if I had not been so fucking impulsive that night, if I had not made that reckless vow to myself about the woman who saved me, if I had not spent six years turning her into something holy in my head, maybe this would not feel like punishment now.

Maybe I would not be standing in my bedroom, staring down at the city like it had personally offended me, trying to make peace with the fact that the woman I owed my life to was the same woman I could barely stand.

Fuck.

I was a coward.

That was the truth beneath all the polished excuses.

was a fucking weakling who ran away from a mere shooting scene when he could have stayed back and paid his debt to the

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woman who saved him.

Suddenly, the city below my window lost its color and charm. But before I could step away from the window the bathroom door pushed open, and Moon stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest, her hair still damp and dripping onto her bare shoulders.

Her skin was flushed from the heat of the shower, and she smelled like my soap become my favorite because Kiss once said she liked the way it made me smell.

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the expensive one from France that had

“Why did you shower in my bathroom?” I asked, hoping I didn’t sound as harsh as I wanted to.

She narrowed her brows, “I woke up early and went to ease myself. The guest bathroom is so far from your room. I didn’t feel like walking all the way back.”

“So you decided to shower.

“I found it cozy in there.” She shrugged. “Your products smell nice. I hope you don’t mind.”

Cozy.

My bathroom.

I almost laughed. Nothing about my bathroom was cozy. It was marble, glass, steel, and quietness. But of course, Moon would walk into a room and rename it if that made her feel closer to something she wanted.

I had let her stay in my room last night.

She came knocking after midnight, with wet eyes and a trembling voice, saying she had a nightmare and could not sleep alone.

I offered to call the housekeeper to stay with her. I even offered to tell security to stand outside her door if she was that afraid.

But then she said she saw the woman in the hoodie again.

And I fucking weakened.

Not because I wanted her in my bed. But because guilt was a disgusting thing.

So I let her sleep there.

On my bed.

But I took the couch. That was the decent thing to do.

“It’s fine. You can go to your room.” I said dismissively, and instead of walking toward the door, she walked toward me until she was standing so close that my heart rate spiked.

Fuck

Her hands wrapped around my waist, and my entire body went rigid.

She leaned into my bare chest before I could stop her.

Fuck

I looked down at the top of her wet head, my jaw tight enough to ache. Her skin touched mine, as her cheek pressed lightly

against my chest.

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was wearing nothing but my joggers. No shirt, so I could feel every inch of where she

I took her wrists gently. “Moon.”

She held tighter. “Please.”

“Let go.

“No.” Her voice broke just enough to sound wounded. “Just for a second.”

My fingers tightened around her wrists.

“You’re so tense.” Her voice was muffled against my chest.

hed me, and I wanted none of u

Her eyes were still damp from the shower, or maybe from crying again. I could not tell anymore. I was tired of tears. Tired of guilt. Tired of my body rejecting every version of this that my debt kept trying to force on me.

“You’ve never touched me,” she whispered.

I stared at her. “I am touching you now.”

Her mouth trembled a little. “Not like that.”

I exhaled through my nose. “Moon.”

“Not once. Her hands moved against my waist. “Not even a kiss. We’re getting married, Oceans. I now live in your house. I sleep in your room when I’m scared, and you still look at me like I’m something you’re trying to endure.”

‘Because you are…

The words almost came out.

“Please, Oceans… Just touch me. Even for once,” She drew closer, “even just a kiss. Please… She whispered.

“I need to go to the office. We’ll talk about this when I return,” I tried to pull away, but she wasn’t moving. “I told you there’s a right time.”

“When?” Her voice cracked. “After the wedding? After I beg enough? After I stop remembering the night I nearly died for you?”

The words hit exactly where she wanted them to.

“If not for anything…” She paused and held my gaze for a moment, “for gratitude… I saved your life…” She rose on her toes, her lips close enough that I could feel her breath. “All I ask is a kiss…” She whispered as her lips finally met mine.

Every muscle in my body locked down so hard it felt like restraint had become a physical thing. Her mouth moved against mine, searching for something I did not have to give her.

She pulled back barely an inch, eyes open, hurt all over her face.

“Kiss me back.” she whispered.

My jaw tightened.

“Kiss me back. Oceans.”

Fuck

lowered my head and tried.

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God help me. I actually tried.

That was the honest truth.

I tried to put my hand on her waist without feeling like I was touching the wrong woman.

I forced myself to stay there and give her something that resembled tenderness. But the moment her lips moved against mine, my mind betrayed us both.

Her lips were too soft in the wrong way.

Her hands on me felt like pressure, not heat.

Her body pressed into mine, and my mind went somewhere else immediately.

Kiss.

The way she fucking kissed me.

The way her body responded to mine without even doing too much.

Her soft, tender body pressed against mine…

Fuck.

This all felt too wrong.

The towel around her chest slipped down one inch, then another, exposing more skin, more intent, more of an offer I should have been able to accept if my life made any fucking sense.

But I couldn’t.

My hand shot out and caught the towel before it fell completely.

“Stop.” I pulled away, pushed the towel back up against her chest, and stepped away from her, breathing hard.

Moon stared at me, humiliated, “Oceans… What…”

“Go to your room, Moon,”

Her face collapsed, and I hated that too.

But I still stepped back.

“Oceans-”

“Now.”

I turned away before the guilt could find another weakness in me and force me to apologize with my mouth on hers.

I grabbed a shirt from the chair, shoved my arms through it without buttoning it properly, and walked toward the door.

“Where are you going?” she asked behind me.

“I need some air.

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