Semua Bab In Bed With My Billionaire Boss: Bab 111 - Bab 120

MeganI’m aware of Mr.Evans leaving, but I don’t look up from my computer. I want to get this last task done, and then I can switch off my work brain. Which, under the circumstances, probably won’t be a good idea. Then I’ll have all the time in the world to think about Eric and Anna.“I’m leaving, Megan,” Mr. Evans says.I don’t react, my fingers flying over the keyboard. I hope what I’m typing actually makes sense. Mr. Evans hesitates by my desk.“We have a deal, remember?” he prompts.“I’ll go as soon as I’ve finished,” I respond, avoiding eye contact. “Almost there.”“Are you sure?” he asks, sounding dubious. He knows me a little too well.I clear my throat and look up at him, schooling my features to be as neutrally sincere as possible. “Yes, sir. I’m sure.”Why won’t he leave me alone? It’s embarrassing enough that he had to witness my boyfriend cheating on me without remorse, but he also did it with my boss’ daughter. If only he would just leave.He waits a little longer, as if

For a moment, I think I’m hearing things. Did she just say that? I look at my phone, but it hasn’t morphed into anything different. I had really heard Caitlin talk about Anna introducing Eric to us over dinner.“Are you serious?” I blurt out, my indignation rising.“I am,” she replies casually. “It’s been a while since she’s introduced a boyfriend to us, and she really wants us to see that she’s settled down.”“No.” I clench my jaw so tightly it hurts. I don’t even need to think about it. I don’t want anything to do with this.“What?” Caitlin falters. “Why are you saying no? Anna’s really excited about this.”“I’ve already met the boyfriend. And I’m not impressed,” I say through gritted teeth.“Why? What’s wrong with him?” she asks, hesitating in her voice for the first time.“Because, Caitlin, he was my personal assistant’s boyfriend. He was cheating on her with our daughter.” I don’t even try to sugarcoat it for her. I’m so damn mad at Anna for this, I need Caitlin to understand wha

I scoff, and tell her in a warning tone, “You’re going to burn out soon.”“Right back at you, girl.” Natalie says, then after a pause, she adds, “I’m really sorry I didn’t tell you about Anna. She only told me literally minutes before she and Eric found you, and I couldn’t get hold of you.”My blood begins to boil and I feel anger rising up in me. “She actually told you what she was going to do?”“Apparently, Anna wanted to brag about her plan and how clever she is,” Natalie sighs. “That’s what I got from it, though, not her words. She’s disgusting, let’s put it that way.”I can’t agree more with that.“This isn’t going to ruin our friendship, is it?” Natalie asks tentatively.Her hesitation surprises me. We’ve been close for so long, something like this is nothing more than a speedbump in our relationship.“Why would it?”Natalie groans. “I don’t know… Because Anna’s my sister. I want you to know that I don’t approve of what she did.”“Natalie, I’m not going to stop being friends wit

MeganI put my bag on the bed as another gust of wind rattles the window. The weather has gotten worse since we got off the plane. How we managed to fly when this was bearing down on us, I have no idea. I’m just glad that I wasn’t the one flying the plane.Now we are here, and this isn't feeling very relaxing. I’m glad we’re not in Boston, though, given everything that’s been going on. Mr. Evans was right about getting away for a few days, but I’m beginning to wish that I’d taken my vacation days somewhere sunny, with no chance of a storm on the horizon.But Mr. Evans is being really kind, and I couldn’t really turn that down. It would not be polite, and I’ll feel guilty for refusing such a generous offer. After all, who wouldn’t want to spend time in Martha’s Vineyard? When the weather is good, the island is just stunning.The times I’ve been here with Mr. Evans’ family—I swear he doesn’t know how to have a proper break himself—I’ve been like a little girl at Christmas. My parents di

“He was not getting promotions because of his work ethic,” I say, taking a sip of my wine. “He wasn’t that good of a worker.”“What?” Megan stares at me. “Are you serious?”“Yes. His supervisor says that he only does the bare minimum, and trying to get him do anything that could be considered a challenge is like pulling teeth. He’s been pushing him to try harder at work for some time, but Eric is just not doing it.” I pause, considering whether I should say the next thing. But looking at her curled up like that, I decide it might help her get over it. “He’s going to get himself fired soon, anyway.”Megan’s mouth has fallen open. “I… I didn’t know about any of that. He said he was the best worker in his department, but he kept getting passed over for someone else because they needed him.”I can’t help but laugh at that. “It’s the opposite. He was passed over because he couldn’t do the work, and the only reason we hadn’t fired him yet was because he was dating you.”Megan frowns, “What