All Chapters of In Bed With Her Shithead Boss: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

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 c

Sutton stared at her phone for another ring before answering, putting it on speaker as Keira had requested. “Uncle Peter?” Sutton’s voice was perfectly pitched. It was shaky, like she’d been crying. “Sutton.” Peter’s voice came through the speaker, and Blair felt her skin crawl at the fake concern

Three days later, Blair sat in the back of an unmarked FBI surveillance van two blocks away from St. Matthew’s Cathedral, watching her own funeral on a small monitor. The irony wasn’t lost on her. If wasn’t so important what they were doing, she might have enjoyed it more. She could see the Gothic

At the cemetery, she stood behind a large oak tree about fifty yards from the gravesite, watching through binoculars as the small group gathered around her empty casket. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the manicured lawn, and she could hear the priest’s voice carrying on the wind. A

Blair sat in the passenger seat of Roman’s car, staring out at the city lights as they drove back. Her throat was raw from giving her statement, and she felt emotionally drained in a way she hadn’t expected. They had told Roman’s family that she was ok but they had been kept away from the funeral fo