Bonds of the Alpha Billionaire (Maya and Alex)

Chapter 93

-Maya's POV-

The surprise must have been clear on my face, because the word exploded out of me in a surprised gasp. "What?"

Ivan chuckled as he pulled out and I had to stop myself from letting out a moan, his eyes holding mine. "I know it's out of the blue," he admitted, "but hear me out."

He leaned down then, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. It was a chaste peck, a playful tease that left me wanting more.

"Go get cleaned up," he whispered, his voice husky. "I will use another bathroom down the hall because," he added, a glint of amusement in his eyes, "I can't promise I won't take you again if we get in the shower together."

With that, he turned and walked out of the bathroom, leaving me standing there speechless. It took a moment for my brain to catch up with what just happened.

Ivan wanted me to work for him?

A mix of emotions swirled inside me - confusion, surprise, and a flicker of something else, something deeper and more unexpected.

Happiness? Maybe.

Taking a deep breath, I finally tore myself away from the spot and stumbled towards the shower. The cool water cascaded down my skin, washing away the lingering heat of our encounter and giving me a moment to clear my head.

As the water massaged away the tension in my muscles, I replayed Ivan's words in my mind. Working for him... it was a tempting offer, especially after weeks of fruitless job hunting. But there were complications, of course. The biggest one being Alex.

His investment had given Ivan's company a much-needed boost, propelling it back onto its feet. The irony of it all wasn't lost on me. The man who rejected me, who broke my heart, was now indirectly helping the man I was married to.

The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth. I didn't want to be beholden to him in any way, not even through Ivan.

But then there was the other side of the coin. Working for Ivan meant being close to him, spending more time together. The idea sent a thrill through me, a warmth that chased away the lingering bitterness. By the time I stepped out of the shower, towel wrapped around my body, I knew I had to hear him out. This wasn't just about a job; it was about something more, something deeper that was starting to bloom between us.

Ivan was already sitting on the bed, clad only in a pair of sweatpants. The sight of him, so casually relaxed, sent another

a slow smile, his eyes lingering on my form for a beat too long before he gestured to the empty space beside him. "Come here,"

next to him, leaving a comfortable distance between

seen you running yourself ragged trying to find a job. It's not easy

to even mention his name," he said with a grimace, "Alex's

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of his touch sent a jolt through me, a silent reassurance in the face of my unspoken

I squeezed his

a silent acknowledgment of his offer. The truth was, it was tempting. The financial security, the chance to be close to him... it was

of reason, the one laced with a healthy dose

started, my voice cautious, "I appreciate the offer, I really do. But working

a question hanging in the air. "Why

a part of the company now, and the thought of working in the same place as him when it was the fact that I didn't want anything to do

wanting nothing to do with him. I don't even want you near him in the first place but I'm proposing this because you are stressed out, especially after having to let go of something you love and I hate

understood. He

would I even be doing?" The question tumbled out, a

a lot of options. You're smart, capable, and you have a great eye for detail. You could be my personal assistant, handling my schedule and paperwork. Or," he continued, seeing

actually Interested me, was appealing. But the thought of working in the same building as Alex, even if the chances

still made me

all a bit overwhelming. And the thought of even being in

I'm the last person that wants you near him but he is almost never physically present at the office. He invests, he gets updates, but he leaves the day- to-day operations to me.

a moment, his gaze searching mine. "And honestly, Amaya," he continued, his voice low and serious, "I hate seeing you this. stressed about a job. We both know you deserve better than endless applications and dead-end interviews. This is a chance for you to use your skills, to build a career, and to be close to me. I know interior design was your major but we