All Chapters of In Bed With Her Shithead Boss: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Roman stared at the warehouse through the early morning light, they were waiting for Agent Rogers to get the thermal imaging readout. Three hours of surveillance had confirmed this was it. Luca's drones had identified movement around the warehouse, and the positioning matched everything they'd deduced from Sutton's photo analysis.Four armed men had been patrolling. There was a window in the right location that they were sure had to hold Keira and Prince Alexei. But they had moved inside about thirty minutes ago which worried Roman. What was happening?"This has to be it," Mitchell said quietly, lowering his binoculars. "Has to be."Roman's jaw clenched. Every muscle in his body screamed to storm the building, to tear apart anyone who'd dared touch Keira. She may be prickly, but he loved her like family. He had to force himself to wait, to think tactically. Blair was counting on him to bring her sister home alive. It would kill her to lose her sister. Life wouldn't be that cruel to the

Keira sat on the edge of the hospital bed, now dressed in the clean clothes Blair had brought her, soft gray leggings and an oversized plain sweatshirt that felt like heaven after two days in that filthy gown. She had taken a shower and washed her hair.Her discharge papers were signed, her prescriptions for mild pain relievers and a sleep aid if she needed them, were tucked in her purse. Dr Morris had warned her to look for signs of PTSD.All she wanted was to see Alexei before she left. Just one glimpse. One moment to reassure herself that what had happened between them in that warehouse was … more. That it had meant something."Are you sure you feel up to walking?" Blair hovered nearby, maternal instincts in overdrive. She really hoped her sister didn't turn into a helicopter mother when the baby arrived. Sutton had always been the overprotective one.Keira offered a tired smile. "I'm fine, Blair. My legs still work." She stood to demonstrate. Every part of her body ached from the

Her fingers curled into his thighs, nails raking lightly over the rough fabric. "Because you're reckless," she challenged, blue eyes flashing up at him."No," his grip in her hair tightened. He made her look at him directly, not at his jeans or the bulge pressed against her lips. "Because I can't trust them not to run to the press with stories about me. About what I like. How I like it.""Why does it matter?" her voice came out hoarse, she had a feeling she knew. The NDA she had signed had been because she worked for him, but it would cover everything including this. Not like she had any thoughts of talking to the press.He leaned down until his mouth brushed hers, "I want you to see all of me. And not flinch when you realize how much control I need. I have very little control over parts of my life but in the bedroom or anywhere I decide to take you. I'm in control. Do you understand, Keira? Because if you can't accept that we stop now."Her nails dragged higher inside his thighs. "I t

"How did they know you were here?" Keira's voice came out strangled, her hands clutching the lapels of her robe tighter. This was a goddamn nightmare.Alexei's jaw clenched as he peered through the peephole. "They didn't. They look shocked to see me. The fact we got kidnapped must have gotten out. It was only a matter of time." He turned back to her, his expression darkening. "They came for you…to talk about the kidnapping. Finding me here just gave them a much bigger story.""But how did they get my address?" Keira's mind raced. "I'm not listed anywhere.""Being kidnapped with a prince makes you newsworthy. Determined reporters can find almost anyone." His voice was tight, controlled fury vibrating beneath the surface. "Your name was probably in the hospital records, and they worked from there.""So now instead of just being the assistant who got kidnapped, I'm the slut who's sleeping with her royal boss." The panic was morphing into anger. "My entire life is about to be dissected by

Keira stared out the small oval window as the tarmac rolled beneath them, her stomach churning with a combination of takeoff nerves and sheer disbelief at how quickly her life had spun out of control.Just two hours ago she'd been standing in her apartment in a bathrobe, arguing with Alexei about fake engagements and his father's need for damage control.Now she was buckled into buttery leather seats aboard Alexei's jet, watching New York shrink beneath the clouds."Are you okay?" Alexei asked from the seat across from her, under the table, he placed his hand on her thigh just above the knee giving it a light squeeze.She turned to look at him, taking in the crisp white shirt and dark slacks he'd changed into during their whirlwind escape from her apartment. Mitchell had arrived with a small army of security personnel and a garment bag for Alexei.He had changed while she had gone to her room to do the same and hastily packed a suitcase for her trip to meet his family. What the fuck ha