A Secretive Deal with My Billionaire Boss (eBook)

Renting A Girlfriend for a year

Gregory Ellington (Autor)

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2025 | 1. Auflage
442 Seiten
Publishdrive (Verlag)
978-0-00-109547-2 (ISBN)

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'If you're looking for a personal prostitute, I suggest you try elsewhere.' She spat the words like they tasted bad. 'I'd rather lose my job than lose my self-respect.'

'But 'personal prostitute'? That stung. Made me sound like some sleazy corporate villain from a bad movie.

'You're misunderstanding me.' I straightened up, adjusting my tie. 'What if I offered something more legitimate?'

'Like what?'

'Be my girlfriend.'

Madison's jaw dropped. 'Excuse me?'

'One year.' I warmed to the idea as I spoke.

Madison Harper knows all too well the chaos Alexander Knight leaves in his wake.

As the billionaire CEO's personal assistant, she's cleaned up after countless scandals, soothed furious ex-lovers, and kept his tumultuous private life from spilling into the boardroom. But when one fateful night lands her in Alexander's bed, everything changes.

After the one-night stand, what begins as a moment of weakness spirals into an arrangement neither of them can resist: Madison needs financial help for her mother's mounting medical bills, and Alexander offers it-on one condition. She must become his girlfriend for a year.

No strings. No emotions. Just business.

But as the lines between their professional and personal lives blur, Madison's resolve to keep her heart guarded begins to falter. Beneath Alexander's reckless charm lies a magnetic pull she can't escape. And just as she starts to believe she might be more than his latest 'arrangement,' the ghost of Alexander's long-lost first love, Katherine, reappears-threatening to destroy their relationship in a dangerous love triangle.

Book 1 in Love Triangle Adult Romance Series. A must-read for fake relationship contemporary romance lovers.

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Chapter 18

Madison

 

I pushed open the door to my mother's hospital room, greeted by the familiar beeping of machines and the soft glow of the TV mounted on the wall. Mom lay propped up against a mountain of pillows, completely engrossed in what looked like another one of her trashy romance shows.

"Really, Mom? 'Love's Burning Passion' again?"

She didn't even look away from the screen. "Shh, Diego is about to tell Isabella he's actually her long-lost twin brother's evil stepson."

I dropped into the chair beside her bed, rolling my eyes. "That's ridiculous."

"That's what makes it fun, Maddie." She finally tore her gaze away from the drama unfolding on screen. "You look tired."

"Thanks, Mom. Just what every daughter wants to hear."

"Well, you do." She reached over and patted my hand. "Work keeping you busy?"

If she only knew. I forced a smile. "Actually, I have some news. You're being transferred to Hallmark Hospital."

Mom's face lit up. "Oh, I know! The nurse told me this morning. Such a fancy place - they even have those beds that massage you while you sleep." She narrowed her eyes. "But Maddie, honey, how on earth can we afford that? Those massage beds don't come cheap."

I fiddled with the hem of my skirt. "Got a bonus at work. Plus, the insurance is covering more than we thought." The lies tasted bitter on my tongue, but they were better than explaining my arrangement with Alexander.

"A bonus? That boss of yours must really value you." She beamed with pride, then her smile faltered. "But sweetie, you shouldn't spend all your money on me. I know how hard you work."

"Mom, stop."

"No, really. First the apartment, then all those extra shifts, and now this?" She gestured at the room around her. "I'm becoming such a burden-"

"Stop right there." I cut her off, raising my hand. "You're not a burden. You're my mom. The woman who raised me on microwave dinners and Disney movies because you worked three jobs to keep a roof over our heads."

Her eyes got misty. "Those weren't my finest culinary moments."

"Are you kidding? Your signature dish was mac and cheese with hot dogs cut into octopus shapes. Pure genius."

"The other moms packed their kids organic quinoa."

I snorted. "Yeah, and their kids always traded it for my octopus dogs."

She laughed, then winced, pressing a hand to her side. My heart clenched.

"Mom, remember when I was seven and got chicken pox? You missed that big promotion because you stayed home with me for a week, reading me stories and covering me in calamine lotion until I looked like a pink Dalmatian."

"You were so itchy you tried to scratch with a fork."

"And you tied oven mitts to my hands while I slept." I squeezed her fingers. "The point is, you've always been there for me. Now it's my turn."

"But-"

"No buts. Unless it's about that hunky doctor who keeps finding excuses to check your vitals."

Her cheeks flushed pink. "Madison!"

"What? Dr. Martinez is totally into you. I saw him lingering over your chart yesterday. Pretty sure he wasn't studying your blood pressure."

"He was being thorough."

"He was being thirsty. And speaking of thirsty, where's that jello cup you promised to save me?"

Mom pointed to the mini-fridge. "Bottom shelf. And don't change the subject, young lady."

I retrieved the jello, brandishing my plastic spoon like a weapon. "Subject closed. You're stuck with me and my obsessive need to take care of you. Deal with it."

I dug into the red jello, savoring the artificial cherry flavor. "Remember when you used to make these from scratch? With real fruit and everything?"

"Those were the days." Mom adjusted her blanket, her expression turning serious. "Have you heard anything from your brother, Jordan?"

The jello turned tasteless in my mouth. I swallowed hard. "Mom, we talked about this. You need to focus on getting better."

"I know, but-"

"No buts." I set the half-eaten jello aside. "He made his choice when he left. We can't change what happened."

She twisted the edge of her blanket between her fingers. "If I hadn't gotten sick-"

"Stop right there." I leaned forward, taking her hands in mine. "You getting sick had nothing to do with his decisions. He chose to leave. He chose to take what he did. That's on him, not you."

"But you're carrying everything now. The bills, the apartment, taking care of me..."

"And I'm perfectly capable of handling it." I forced a bright smile. "Besides, who else will keep you from flirting with every medical professional who walks through that door?"

She didn't laugh like I hoped. "I just feel so-"

"Nope. We're not doing the guilt thing today." I picked up the TV remote. "Look, Diego's evil stepson is about to reveal another shocking family secret. Way more interesting than dwelling on people who aren't worth our time."

"Madison-"

"The past is the past, Mom. Right now, we need to focus on getting you better and planning for the future. Like what color you want to paint your room when you're back home. I'm thinking hot pink."

She wrinkled her nose. "You wouldn't dare."

"Try me. I already bought the paint." I hadn't, but the horror on her face was worth the lie. "Complete with glitter accents."

"Over my dead body."

"That's the spirit! Though maybe we should avoid death jokes in a hospital."

She finally cracked a smile. "You're impossible."

"I prefer 'creatively optimistic.'" I stood up, stretching. "Now, what do you say we see what other terrible life choices Diego's family can make in the next hour?"

"Only if you promise no pink paint."

"Fine. But I'm not ruling out purple."

Mom shook her head, but I caught the smile she tried to hide behind her hand. We spent the rest of our visiting hours watching terrible TV and pretending everything was normal.

I left the hospital feeling drained but somehow lighter. Even through her worry, Mom's smile made everything worth it—including my complicated arrangement with Alexander.

The next morning hit me like a truck. I stumbled through my morning routine, battling my unruly hair that refused to cooperate. After three attempts at a decent bun, I gave up and let it cascade down my shoulders.

As I pushed through the revolving doors, the lobby buzzed with the usual morning chaos. A group of interns huddled near the reception desk, their matching navy suits making them look like a corporate boy band.

The elevator bank stretched before me like a gauntlet. Three out of five had their doors open, packed with people from the underground parking levels.

I made a beeline for the least crowded one, squeezing past a guy whose cologne could probably be detected from space.

The doors dinged shut, and we began our vertical journey. The hum of the elevator filled the confined space as we ascended.

I watched the numbers tick by, each one a step closer to escaping from this sardine can. Suddenly, a hand gripped my ass, fingers pressing firmly into the curve. I stiffened, shock coursing through me. Who the fuck-

I started to turn, ready to elbow whoever thought they could cop a feel, but a familiar scent stopped me cold. Alexander. His hand didn't budge, molding to my ass cheek like it belonged there. I shot him a glare over my shoulder, eyes wide in a silent 'what the hell?' He just stared back, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

My face heated, a blush creeping up my neck. I tried to subtly shift forward, but his damn hand followed, cupping me possessively. The elevator was packed; anyone could notice. I darted a glance at the reflective walls, praying no one saw his hand practically glued to my ass.

 

 

Chapter 19

Madison

 

The doors slid open on the next floor. A few people shuffled out, and others squeezed in. Alexander's hand lifted briefly, only to return once the doors closed again. This time, his fingers dug in, kneading gently.

What was he doing in this elevator anyway? He had his own private one, for Christ's sake. Yet here he was, playing grab-ass in a crowd of clueless coworkers. I wanted to kill him.

Another floor, another shuffle of bodies. Someone stepped back, pushing me further into Alexander. His hard cock slid against me, a steely length that sent sparks dancing up my spine. I gasped, disguising it as a cough.

The woman next to me shot me a concerned glance. I managed a weak smile, my face burning.

He shifted slightly, cock pressing deeper into the cleft of my ass. I could feel every inch of him, hot and heavy. My breath hitched, my nipples tightening into hard points. They rubbed against my bra, sensitive and aching. I was a mess of sensation, caught between disgust and desire.

He stood there, cool as a cucumber, scanning the crowd like he wasn't just pressing my ass in a packed elevator.

His eyes met mine, a smirk playing on his lips. Fucking asshole. I wanted to slap that smug look off his face, but all I could do was stand there, cheeks burning, heart pounding.

His hand shifted, fingers sliding down to the hem of my skirt. He toyed with the fabric, slipping his fingers underneath just enough to brush the bare skin of my thigh.

I swallowed a gasp, my body tensing. No one noticed, thank god. They were all too busy staring at their phones or the blinking floor numbers.

Alexander's thumb traced the curve of my ass, dipping slightly between my thighs. I could feel the heat of his touch, a promise of more. My clit throbbed, begging for attention.

I pressed my lips together, fighting...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 4.11.2025
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Romane / Erzählungen
• ISBN-10: 0-00-109547-1 / 0001095471
• ISBN-13: 978-0-00-109547-2 / 9780001095472