All Chapters of In My Godfather’s Bed : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Tabitha:I woke up with a headache so brutal it felt like someone had taken an axe to my skull and left it there overnight. My tongue was dry, my throat burned faintly from throwing up, and for a few seconds I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, trying to remember how I had gotten into my pajamas.Then it all came back in pieces.At the casino, Colin offered me drinks, Enzo showed up from nowhere and brought me home.My stomach twisted.I grabbed my phone from the bedside table and squinted at the time. I was almost late for work.“Shit,” I muttered under my breath, forcing myself out of bed despite the pounding in my head.I washed my face quickly, brushed my teeth, and threw on one of my usual office outfits without thinking too much about it. My mind felt heavy and fogged. I hadn’t seen Enzo before leaving my room, and that alone made my chest tighten. Was he still angry? Disappointed?I hurried down the stairs and froze when I saw Enzo in the kitchen.Not Edwardo.He stood by

Enzo:I ate breakfast in my study. I needed the space. I needed to think. Alone. I had already called every social media site to have the video removed—but not before I downloaded the video and took enough screenshots of the page and handle—and I will of course be suing. Mark was already on the case. The legal cases alone this year… I rubbed my temple and sighed. He was going to get a fat paycheck from all this.My laptop was open in front of me and I looked at the account that had posted the video—@XposureTherapy019. A mocking play on words. And just as I had suspected, this was the only video in the account, meaning that the account had probably been created recently and for this specific purpose only.I opened my email and sent a message to my IT guy. “I need you to trace the IP address for this account. I need results in the next three hours.”I hit send and leaned back into my chair. Getting involved with Tabitha was going to have its consequences. I knew that from the first day

Enzo:This isn’t funny, Natasha.”My hands raked my hair as I paced back and forth in the living room. Natash was smiling, watching me with bright eyes. She said she was here to help, not here to get a laugh out of this.Three more minutes and she was still smiling, still watching me, enjoying my restlessness. I stopped dead in front of her. “If you aren’t here to help, then leave,” I said firmly.“Can you just calm down?” she chuckled. “Can’t a girl be amused? I am here to help, but you have to admit that this is a hilarious situation that you got yourself into.”She stood up, and her heels clicked lightly on the marble floor. “I mean, I want to help you clear your name and all, but it’s going to be hard. The media is eating this story up like hot apple pie. Mr. Enzo Ross, the hottest, eligible bachelor billionaire, controlled, composed, content, disciplined, falling head over heels for his ward.” She chuckled and took a step closer; her breath was warm on my face. “Just saying it

Tabitha: I was absolutely wrong. Today was exactly what I had seen in my nightmares. Maybe even worse. We were barely at the office when we were surrounded by reporters. I could even swear that some of them had been camping outside the building, waiting for like crazed Black Friday goers. It was scary. The car was soundproof with tinted windows, but seeing people bang on the glass and press their faces against it made my heart skip every time. Enzo shifted uncomfortably next to me, and his face hardened. He was already regretting this idea. If things weren't so tense right now, I'd have gloated. Another male reporter pressed his face against the glass. I gasped and fell back against Enzo. The reporter's mouth was moving aggressively; his eyes stared straight ahead. I knew he couldn't see me, but it didn't make the stare any less unsettling. "Enzo?" I tugged his sleeve and felt his hand move to his pocket. "Someone should get security done here now," he snapped

Tabitha:I stood at the window overlooking the city. The reporters had gone… or that is what they wanted us to think. Every now and then, I would see a lady or a man at a restaurant across the street, anxiously looking at their phone or watch, as well as the entrance to the company. My lips turned down at the corners. They hadn’t dispersed. The hungry ones were still hanging around, waiting to pounce on Enzo and me as soon as we walked out of that door during closing hours. I tried not to think about it, but it was hard. This morning was a nightmare, and it was hard not to worry about how nightmarish it could be once we were done with work. My head snapped around at the sound of knocking on my door. “Come in,” I said exasperatedly. “After the encounter with Stephen from finance. I had grown more weary with those who came into my office. A few times during the day, I could have sworn I heard whispering or scratching just outside my door, like there were people pressed against the wo