Filed to story: The CEO’s Wife Is a Secret Boss Novel (Allison & Jeremy) Free Online
“Yeah, Sean. Go on home,” Tatiana insisted. She shot him a kind smile. “You’ve helped us a lot tonight. It’s time you took a break. We’ll head home right after karaoke. Promise.”
“I’m sorry, Ms. Alyssa, Ms. Tatiana. Please have a safe trip home,” Sean said with a sigh. “I’ll be leaving now. But please, contact me if there’s anything urgent, and I’ll come to your aid.
immediately!”
“Alright, alright. You nag more than women do,” Alyssa scowled, gently pushing him onward.
Sean gazed at her for a moment more before finally leaving with a smile.
The sight filled Tatiana up with envy, a bitter feeling rising from her heart to her throat. But she wasn’t jealous of her sister at all. Alyssa truly was a marvelous and exceptional woman. It made perfect sense for Sean to have a crush on her instead.
Someone as weak and soft¨Cspoken as Tatiana herself would never get his attention.
But then, why did Alyssa’s ex¨Chusband divorce her?
Maybe he had cancer and didn’t want to become a burden…
Alyssa had booked a VIP room for them at the karaoke. A bone¨Cchilling wail came from the opposite room when they reached its door.
“So scary!” Tatiana grabbed onto her sister’s arm.
“Sounds like a donkey in heat.”
Alyssa and Tatiana quickly entered their room, not wanting possible contact with the lunatic across the hallway.
They ordered two buckets of iced beers and a table full of fruits and snacks. They were professionals when it came to singing, after all.
The two sang everything from opera to musicals to pop music, making full use of their time
Alyssa ended up somewhat drunk by the end of their session, having drunk and snacked more than usual with the addition of her good mood from having secured the Verdane Valley project.
“Taty. I’m going to the washroom. Wait for me here, don’t- don’t go anywhere!” Alyssa drawled, getting up from her seat.
“Are you drunk, Alyssa? I’ll come with you.” Tatiana could tell from her sister’s flushed cheeks.
“No way! How can I be drunk? I’m your big sister. You should be the one getting drunk first, and
I’m supposed to¨Cuh, send you home safe after!”
Tatiana giggled, finding her sister’s logic amusing.
Alyssa had to steady herself on the walls as she walked back to their VIP room. Her limbs were initially heavy and sluggish, but she slowly got the hang of controlling them.
The karaoke club’s decor was decorated like the Palace of Pteryx, with gold reflective mirrors and wallpaper everywhere, and with the confusingly numbered rooms, Alyssa soon found herself lost.
She squinted, carefully finding her way back.
Just then, she came face to face with a tall figure, bumping squarely into his chest.
“Oof!” Alyssa huffed, her mind rattled from the contact. Her feet wobbled beneath her, and she started falling backward.
The man reached out to support her by the waist, stopping her fall. He could feel how lean and supple she was beneath her silk dress. He was able to hold her up with a single hand.
He gazed at her through his gold¨Crimmed spectacles, marveling at her beautiful features.
“I believe you’ve had too much to drink, miss.”
“Uh… No, I haven’t.” Alyssa gazed back at the man, meeting his eyes.
Suddenly, she grinned and reached up to take off his spectacles. The man’s eyes instantly flashed.
murderously.
The last person to have touched his spectacles was a hundred feet underwater in the nearest ocean.
“You! Little bastard!” Alyssa cried happily.
The man’s breathing hitched as he narrowed his eyes, once again searching for familiarity on
Alyssa’s face.
“You really are Little Bastard Alyssa cackled joyfully.
The man smiled, the coldness in his eyes dissipating instantly. He tucked his glasses back, reminiscing on the nickname he had been called so long ago.
Even his father stopped calling him that years ago. Yet Alyssa was still the same old as before, unrestrained and always doing whatever she pleased.
“You’re as beautiful as ever, even after fifteen years, Alyssa.”
“Hehe… You’re not bad yourself!” Alyssa grinned, patting his cheek.
The man’s smile deepened. He did not shy away from her touch. Now, this was the Alyssa he’d always remembered.
She covered her mouth, burping once again. This time, her knees started shaking. She was unable to hold herself up any longer.
The man smirked and lifted her into his arms right away, feet off the floor.
“Hey, put me down!” Alyssa cried, wriggling away from his grasp like a feisty kitten. Her burgundy
-red dress made the nicest contrast with her pale, milky skin.
Feeling a sudden desire to toy with her, the man asked, “Sure, but only if you say my name.”
“You You’re James James…” Alyssa really couldn’t recall at this point. The alcohol had turned her mind into mush. She didn’t even know what she was mumbling on and on about, much less.
remember the man’s name.
Jameson Schmidt. But I don’t mind if you want to call me Little Bastard,” Jameson murmured in her ear, teasing her. “But only you can call me that. No one else.”
Unfortunately, Alyssa was too far gone to be affected. His words instantly became random numbers and sounds in her mind.
Jameson carefully laid her down on the lounge in his room, making sure she was supported.
Just then, his secretary gave him a call on his phone.
“They’re here, Mr. Schmidt.”
“Send them back,” Jameson said, never once looking away from Alyssa.
“Huh?” His secretary asked, surprised.
“Cancel tonight’s meeting, have them leave me alone.”
Not daring to ask why, the secretary replied, “As you say, sir.”
“And get me a bottle of ginger supplements. ASAP.”
Jameson hung up the call and quietly sat down beside Alyssa. He gazed at her, eyes soft, and tucked her hair behind her ear.
“Such a sweet coincidence.”
Landon fell asleep right on the sofa after singing “You Give Love a Bad Name.”
Jeremy’s jaw was clenched as he pondered on, finally tossing back the last dregs of his whiskey.
He then took out one of Landon’s cigarettes and lit it, taking a puff. The nicotine swirled in his chest, clouding the emotions riled up by the thought of Alyssa.
Following his divorce from Alyssa, his daily routine descended into chaos. He found himself giving in to smoking and drinking without anyone there to advise him to cut back a bit.
“Lyse… Alyssa…” Landon mumbled in his sleep, hand reaching out to tug at Jeremy’s shirt.
Jeremy scowled and pried his fingers off. “Shut up. She’s not here.
“Plus, who gave you the right to call her Lyse?”
Suddenly, the door opened to Xavier standing in the doorway, looking like he had just run a marathon.