Page 14 of Possessive Boss Next Door

“Oh…okay. Go on.”

“That’s why I left early this morning, I had to draw up the business plan so that these gentleman could see the world of good their investment could do for our city, and for theirs.”

“Cool.” I say. “Now, I have a safe place to go if anything ever happens again.”

“Olivia.” Max turns and takes my hands in his. “Nothing is every going to happen again. I’ll make sure of it. Gentleman, can you excuse us for just a moment?” My brow furrows, as the three smiling men bow repeatedly to me and make their way out of Max’s office.

“Max what’s going on?”

“Olivia, I know you’re no longer bound to me, but I can’t just let you walk out of my life. I won’t allow it. When I said you were mine, I meant it. Not only for twenty-four hours, but forever. I can’t live without you. I don’t want to live without you. I think…I think I might love you Olivia Wylder. You break down my walls, and you scare me.”

“You kind of scare me, too.” I laugh. I can’t believe what I’m hearing. Max Ford, rough and tough CEO, in love withme?“I thought you felt sorry for me.”

“Well, I did. But then I fell in love with you. Our past makes us stronger, and it’s clear that we have that connection. You belong with me Olivia, and I won’t hear another word about it. You’re going to be my wife, andthat’sa non-negotiable.”

“Oh Max, I love you too.”

He leans down and plants a long, deep kiss on me. My body melts into his and all I can think about is that I’m finally safe. I’m finally protected. And I’m finally matched with the man of my dreams.

Even if he is a little on the bossy side.

Epilogue

Olivia

Seven Months Later:

I rushinto the small office on the fifth floor. It belongs to my husband, Max and his new joint business for Safe Shelter NYC/T. I wave to Marlowe, who smiles and waves back. “He’s in his office, Mrs. Ford.”

I nod and walk past. It still smells like new in here, a totally different environment than Max’s old office. No one’s nervous when he walks through the door, and Max is like a new man. He even smiles on occasion—every now and then.

I rap my fingers on his oak office door, but don’t wait for him to answer. When I throw open the door, he’s at his laptop in his V-neck T-shirt. “Babe, the ribbon cutting ceremony for the SoHo Safe Shelter is in less than an hour.” I say and point at the dry cleaning, still wrapped in plastic hanging from a hook on the wall. “I had your suit rushed over so that you’d actually be wearing it when it was time to leave.”

Max looks up at me and the corners of his lips raise ever so slightly. “Close the door.”

“Max, we don’t have time…”

“Close it, now.”

I haven’t heard that tone from him in quite some time. My eyes widen. Immediately I grow wet between the legs. I love it when he’s forceful. So, I do as I’m told.

“Max, what’s this all about?”

“You will call me Mr. Ford.”

A little laugh escapes my mouth. He’s got to be kidding right now? His hooded eyes tell me that he’s not. “Mr. Ford,” I correct myself. “We are running late.”

He stands up, his massive frame causing me to cower in my shoes. Since he’s taken on this new business venture, he’s much more confident in himself, and his past. He wears his tattoos like a badge of honor, no longer hiding them behind who he thinks he should present himself to be.

“Don’t you think I know what time my own ceremony is.” I want to correct him,ourceremony, considering I’ve done all of the work from home since I’ve been pregnant with his child. It’s amazing how one night of unprotected sex really can knock a girl up.

I rub my hand over my belly. “Okay, Mr. Ford. What time does the ceremony start?”

“An hour later than when I told you.”

My face drops. “But I did all the paperwork. I sent a million emails telling people it starts at two.”

“Stop talking. I fixed it. I always fix it.” Max stands in front of me, his erection nearly bursting through his pants. My entire body melts into a pool of desire. While I’ve learned that Max can be surprisingly gentle, I also love it when he gets forceful and rough.

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