Semua Bab In Bed With Her Shithead Boss: Bab 61 - Bab 70

Sunlight filtered gently through the sheer curtains, spilling golden patterns across the tangled sheets. Blair shifted slightly, muscles protesting in a way that vividly reminded her of the night before. Warmth bloomed low in her belly, cheeks flushing at the memories that immediately surfaced.Roman’s steady heartbeat thudded softly beneath her cheek, his chest rising and falling in a slow, peaceful rhythm. His arm curved possessively around her waist, anchoring her to his side even in sleep.She smiled faintly, brushing a lazy fingertip along the defined lines of his abdomen, her mind drifting over everything that had happened—not just last night, but the week behind them. Her life had turned into a whirlwind of danger and passion. But it was so much more that what she had shared with Dan. Here, tucked against Roman, it felt like the most natural place to be.His hand tightened slightly at her waist, signaling he was awake.Blair lifted her head, chin resting lightly on his chest as

Roman took his promise to handle things personally very seriously.By late Tuesday afternoon, Blair found herself curled into the oversized leather chair in his home office, watching him argue with a florist like it was a hostile corporate takeover.“How many fucking times?” Roman snapped, pinching the bridge of his nose, the phone pressed to his ear. “No pink. She doesn’t like pink. I don’t like pink. Nobody here likes pink. Stick to whites, cream, greens—anything but fucking pink.”Blair tried to smother her grin behind her hand. There was something deeply satisfying about watching Roman Kingston, this powerful, put-together man… losing his mind over flower arrangements. And for her.She sat quietly, letting that realization settle. Roman knew she didn’t like pink. It was such a small thing. But he’d remembered. She wasn’t sure she’d ever said it out loud, not directly. Not to him.Dan, on her last birthday, had bought her a blush pink satin robe and told her it “matched her skin to

Blair’s first thought was that everything hurt like hell.Her second thought was that someone was yelling her name with a kind of desperate panic she’d never heard before.“Blair! Jesus Christ, Blair, open your fucking eyes!”Roman. That was definitely Roman, and he sounded... scared? She’d never heard Roman sound scared. Pissed off, sure. Coldly furious, absolutely. But scared?She tried to open her eyes, but her eyelids felt like they were glued shut. Everything was spinning, and there was a metallic taste in her mouth that she was pretty sure was blood.“Blair, sweetheart, I need you to look at me.”There was something in his voice… a softness. It’s what made her force her eyes open. The world swam in and out of focus, but Roman’s face gradually came into view above her. There was blood trickling down from a cut on his forehead and there was a lot of blood on the top of his shoulder.“There you are,” he said, and she could hear the relief in his voice even through the ringing in he

Blair was discharged two hours later with a bottle of painkillers and strict instructions to take it easy for the next few days. Roman had managed to charm, intimidate, or bribe someone into letting them leave at the same time, despite the doctor wanting him to stay the night.Roman’s parents had called to talk to Roman, but he told them to stay home. They would be going home soon, anyway.“I’m driving,” Sutton announced as they walked toward the hospital parking area.“Thank Sutton, but,” Roman said. “Ethan’s meeting us with a car.”“I hope you are letting him drive because you have one good arm and you’re on pain meds.”“I’m not on pain meds. I refused them.”Blair looked at him. “You refused pain medication for a dislocated shoulder?”“Pain meds make you slow. Can’t afford to be slow right now.”“Jesus Christ, you’re stubborn. That’s why you have security, right?” Keira muttered.Just as Keira stopped say that, Ethan appeared with a black SUV, flanked by two other security vehicles

Two hours later, Sutton and Keira were sitting in Roman’s living room, staring at Blair like she’d lost her mind.“Let me get this straight,” Sutton said slowly. “You want us to pretend you’re dead? At your fake funeral. So we can catch Uncle Peter confessing to murder.”“That’s the plan,” Blair confirmed, curled up on the couch next to Roman. Her head was still pounding, but the painkillers were finally kicking in.“That’s the dumbest plan I’ve ever heard,” Keira said flatly. “And I once watched you try to dye your hair with Kool-Aid.”“It worked, didn’t it?”“You looked like a traffic cone for three months! And that was just regular stupidity, not fake-death stupidity.”Roman cleared his throat. “The plan has merit. Peter thinks he’s untouchable right now. If he believes Blair is dead, he’ll let his guard down. It’s the safest plan because it will be a neutral location out of his control. She will not be facing Peter in their home.” “And if he doesn’t confess what, then?” Sutton as