My Grumpy Boss My Secret Husband

Chapter 4: Closer Than Ever

📝The incident that afternoon changed everything.

The next day, Lucas didn’t give me heavy workloads anymore. He gave me only the necessary tasks, and every now and then, I would catch him staring at me from across the room. When our eyes met, he would quickly look away, pretending to focus on his documents. But I saw it—there was something softening inside him.

I couldn’t help but smile secretly. He’s worried about me.

But I had to remind myself: He thinks I’m just his secretary. He has no idea I’m the woman he lives with every night.

That evening, it rained heavily again. By the time we finished work, the streets were flooded and taxis were nowhere to be found.

"Everyone can go home now," Lucas announced to the office. Then he looked straight at me. "Miss Santos, stay."

My heart skipped a beat. Why? Did I do something wrong again?

When everyone left, only the two of us remained in the big, quiet office.

"Sir... did I make a mistake?" I asked nervously.

He stood up, walked around his desk, and stopped right in front of me. He was so tall, so close, I could smell his expensive cologne—wooden and fresh, the same scent I smelled every morning at home.

"No," he said quietly. "It’s raining hard. You can’t go home alone. I’ll drive you."

I froze. "Sir, that’s... not necessary. I can wait for the rain to stop."

"I’m not asking, Miss Santos. I’m telling you." His voice was firm, but not harsh.

We walked out together, side by side. In the elevator, we stood close. Silence filled the small space, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It felt... intimate.

Inside his luxury car, the atmosphere was warm. He drove carefully, his hands gripping the steering wheel. I watched him secretly—the sharp jawline, the focused eyes, the man who was both my boss and my husband.

"Where do you live?" he asked suddenly.

I almost choked. Should I tell him the truth? That I live in his own house?

I decided to play safe. "Not far, Sir. Just in the suburbs."

He nodded. "You work hard, Mia. You’re good at your job."

My eyes widened. It was the first time he called me by my first name. Not Miss Santos. Just Mia.

"Thank you... Sir," I whispered, my heart pounding wildly.

He glanced at me, a small, almost invisible smile touching his lips. "And stop calling me 'Sir' when it’s just us. Call me Lucas."

Lucas.

His name sounded so perfect coming from my mouth. I wanted to say it over and over again.

When we reached the mansion, I told him to drop me off at the gate.

"Thank you... Lucas," I said softly, looking him in the eyes.

For a second, he seemed stunned. His gaze dropped to my lips, then back to my eyes. There was a longing there... a hunger... something that made my knees weak.

"Good night, Mia," he said in a low, husky voice.

I ran inside the house, my heart racing. I went straight to my room, leaned against the door, and breathed heavily.

He called me Mia.

He drove me home.

He looked at me like I was... more than just an employee.

But the dangerous part was... I was falling deeper and deeper in love.

And sooner or later, secrets like this... always come out.