บททั้งหมดของ In Bed With My Billionaire Boss: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Kathy“It’s like you’re in a relationship with that laptop of yours,” Sarah said to me when she arrived at my apartment.I looked up briefly from my screen to greet her and then went straight back to work.“I have a deadline to meet,” I told her, typing frantically.“I know, I can tell,” she laughed and then handed me a box of donuts. “Listen, stop for a minute. The work’s not going anywhere. It’s like 11 p.m. right now. Can’t you take a break?”Sighing, I took the box of donuts from her hands and decided it was time for a break after all.“I’m sorry, I just really want this to go well,” I sighed.“Kathy, making it in the big city,” Sarah laughed as she took away the laptop from me. “No more work talk for the next fifteen minutes okay?”“Fine,” I agreed begrudgingly. “How are things with you?”“You know, living life. My son is starting first grade soon, so that’s pretty exciting,” Sarah told me, snuggling next to me on the sofa.I looked at her and smiled. She didn’t look much differe

Kathy“Hi, my name’s Kathy. I’m Dylan’s girlfriend,” I rehearsed for the umpteenth time that morning in the mirror.At this point, my fake smile was so well-done that I was sure I could bag an Oscar for this performance. I hadn’t gotten the time to sit and think about how I got into this ridiculous, unexplainable situation of what I was about to do for my boss. But Dylan had texted to tell me that a car would be outside my apartment in ten minutes. Pushing all thoughts out of my head, I went over to close my suitcase.“It’s only two days,” I told myself as I put some last-minute items from my closet into my luggage.“And it’s only a pretend show,” I reminded myself. That was the most important thing.But still, my hands went over to my lingerie drawer, and I found myself carefully selecting and packing my sexiest bra and panty sets.Yeah.I know.It was just a show. Yet I knew it was better than wearing granny panties to bed. After all, just because we are pretending didn’t mean that I

Sure, I was making it all up. But seeing the happiness on her face made my little white lie seem harmless. After all, I was already pretending to be someone I wasn’t. It surely didn’t hurt to add a little more color.His mother took my hand and began to show me around his old room.“He was always obsessed with music,” she told me. “If he hadn’t ended up in doing his own business, I’m sure he would have been a musician instead.”“A musician,” I repeated, as I went through some of the old CDs in his room. I was surprised to find that our taste in music was similar. I recognized many of my favorite artists lined up on his shelf. “Did he play any instruments?”His mom nodded. “He was obsessed with the electric guitar back in the day. It came to a point where his father and I had to disconnect his amp at night, or we would get no sleep,” she admitted with a small laugh. There was a wistfulness in her face as she recounted the memory.“I used to sing back when I was in college,” I told her,

KathyThe morning sun peaked through the room windows. Unwilling to get out of the cozy bed, I stirred in my spot, causing Dylan to open his eyes as well.“Don’t get up yet,” he said once he saw me moving next to him.“I thought we should be at the table early morning,” I told him, snuggling into his arm. “Don’t you want to make an impression?”“Mm,” he tightened his hold on me so I couldn’t leave his side even if I wanted to. “The impression I want to make is that we were up late last night, getting… busy.”A deep blush immediately colored my cheeks, as memories of the night before came rushing back to me. He was supposed to spend the night on the sofa, but after only a few minutes had come crawling back into bed with me.“They’re your parents,” I said in scolding voice, but the remnants of the blush still lingered on my face.“So?” he said, turning to face me. “Shouldn’t they think I have a happy relationship, both outside and inside the bedroom?”From his expression, I could tell t

Kathy“You must visit again soon,” Dylan’s mom hugged me tightly as we stood outside the steps of her house. “Dylan, do you hear me? I want to see the both of you again.”“Alright mother,” Dylan laughed, shaking his head. “You’ve just spent an entire weekend with her. Don’t scare her off already.”His mother swatted him on the shoulder playfully. “Behave,” she narrowed her eyes at him and then turned to me once again. “Kathy, keep in touch, okay?”I nodded and made a string of fake promises to her that I’ll see her soon… that I hope we continue to spend time together like this. When I was finally inside the car, I could not help but breathe out a sigh of relief.“How was that for a performance?” I said, looking over at Dylan.I expected him to make a joke in return but instead, he didn’t move an inch from his seat and his expression was blank.“Thank you for doing this, Kathy,” his tone was suddenly professional, and he didn’t meet my gaze even once.The warm, sociable, and friendly D