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Lucas Reed is a sharp, ambitious man working his way up in a high-stakes corporate world under the shadow of his powerful boss, Adrian Vasquez—a man who controls empires and crushes those who dare to betray him. Lucas has kept his head down, played by the rules, and earned Vasquez’s trust.

But then Elena Vasquez steps into his life.

Seductive. Unpredictable. Dangerous.

One late night, she shows up at his door, wrapped in silk and smelling of jasmine, whispering things that shouldn’t be said. Lucas knows this is a game, but who is playing who? Is she truly unsatisfied in her marriage, looking for an escape? Or is she testing him—a pawn in her own rebellion?

As their encounters grow bolder, Lucas finds himself trapped between his growing obsession with her and the looming threat of Vasquez finding out. The deeper he falls, the more he realizes:

This isn’t just an affair. It’s a war.

A war where love, lust, and betrayal will decide who survives—and who gets burned.

My Boss’s Wife Wants More

Inside the small plane, the air is stale with sweat and engine fumes. Two seats up front, a cramped bench in the back. The stranger—a lean man calling himself Zach—barks instructions. "Strap in. We take off as soon as it's safe."

Safe from what, exactly? My pulse slams. Elena's fingers grip my arm. I can't stop scanning the shadows for traps.

Zach's companion is a tall, quiet woman with a scar along her jaw, introduced only as Marta. She eyes us briefly, then settles into the co-pilot seat. No warmth, no small talk.

The engine whirs softly. We sit in tense silence, waiting for dawn to break. Zach murmurs they'll do a quick flight out of state, then vanish us over the border. "It won't be luxury," he warns. "But you'll be off your husband's radar."

Elena nods stiffly. I watch the horizon, mind spinning with all the "WTF" possibilities. Will we actually escape? Or will Vasquez track us to some remote runway and tear us apart? My stomach churns, half-expecting headlights to blaze across the tarmac any second.

Still, we wait, dawn creeping up like a half-remembered promise.

Chapter 42: Waiting for Dawn