After Secretly Dating My Boss for 7 Years, I Finally Kicked Him Out of My Bed Chapter 1

For seven years, I’ve been two people to my boss: during the day, his meticulous assistant, Ms. White; and at night, his obedient, mysterious girlfriend.

Until just now, when my boss calmly said, “I won’t be coming back tomorrow.”

“Don’t try to stop me. This house is yours now—as compensation for the past seven years…”

Me: “Okay.”

“...Scarlett, after I leave, I won’t be returning.”

Me: “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out.”

Boss: “???”

0The night before we broke up, Holden bought me a sexy nightgown.

As I looked at his deep, composed gaze and the restrained, almost puritanical expression on his face, I couldn’t help but laugh. I never thought a man as serious and uptight as him would pull out something like this on our last night together.

Excited, I slipped into the nightgown. But as things heated up, I heard him murmur a name: “Scarlett.”

Not “Ms. White,” but Scarlett.

I met Holden the year I graduated college.

By day, I was Ms. White, his ever-dedicated assistant who handled every little detail of his life. By night, I was his secret, obedient girlfriend.

No one except Holden’s senior assistant, Zoe, even suspected that I was anything more than just his employee.

Seven years.

From 22 to 29, I stayed by his side. Even Zoe once told me, “If I were you, I would’ve made a move ages ago to secure my place. You’re the only woman around him—beautiful, smart, and hardworking. You’re perfect together!”

Her words, filled with envy, almost made me believe I had a chance to become the future Mrs. Holden.

But then tonight happened.

After seven years of loyalty, Holden looked at me and said calmly, “Ms. White, I won’t be coming back tomorrow.”

There was a flicker of hesitation in his eyes—perhaps even reluctance?

Reluctance?

Ha!

If there was even a shred of truth in that, he wouldn’t have spent the past seven years calling me nothing but Ms. White, both in public and in private.

I lowered my gaze, feigning sadness, waiting for his explanation.

Sure enough, he continued.

“I’m meeting the heiress of the Lee Group tomorrow. It’s a blind date and dinner.”

He paused briefly. “This apartment is yours now. Consider it my thanks for the past seven years.”

Then, with a hint of condescension, he added, “Ms. White, I hope you won’t waste time trying to change my mind.”

This apartment was worth a fortune—located in the heart of the most expensive city in the country.

“Okay,” I said.

Holden blinked, caught off guard.

Maybe my response was a little too enthusiastic?

I quickly lowered my head, forcing out a few tears before looking up again, ready to deliver the same heart-wrenching performance I’d perfected over the years.

But Holden simply placed a luxury shopping bag on the table in front of me.

The next second, I pulled out the skimpiest, sexiest nightgown I’d ever seen—so revealing that even I, a woman, was taken aback.

I looked up in shock.

Holden’s expression was as serious as ever, but when he noticed my stunned gaze, a faint blush crept up his chiseled face.

Then, just barely visible in the dim light, I saw his earlobes turn red—so red they looked like they were bleeding.

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