All Chapters of TIED IN HIS BED: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

The morning light filtered through the tall windows of Carson’s office, spilling across the polished mahogany desk and the scattered papers that detailed the aftermath of the new threat. Justina Ashes sat across from him, fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup, eyes thoughtful and distant. The events of last night, the visitor, the secrets hinted at the danger that lurked still hummed in the air like a low, insistent warning.Carson leaned back in his chair, gaze fixed on her. “You’re thinking about last night,” he said quietly, though there was no judgment in his tone. Only understanding, the kind that came from decades of navigating both business and life with calculated precision.“I am,” she admitted, voice soft. “And I can’t stop thinking about how close everything came to spiraling out of control.”He stood, crossing the office to her side. Every step he took radiated authority, confidence, and an intensity that made her pulse quicken. He leaned over her, one hand resting on

The early morning fog hugged the city streets, curling around the skyscrapers like a veil of secrecy. Justina Ashes stood at the penthouse window, arms crossed, watching the world below as if she could see the invisible threads of betrayal winding through every corner. Her mind raced, replaying the revelations from the previous chapter, the visitor, the threats, and the evidence of hidden betrayals.Carson Wills entered silently, the familiar rhythm of his steps grounding her. His presence was magnetic and dominant yet protective, commanding yet gentle. “You’re tense,” he said softly, stepping close, letting his hands rest on her shoulders.“I can’t stop thinking about them,” she admitted. “The people we trusted… they were never what they seemed. And now I feel like the past is whispering in every shadow, reminding me of every fire we’ve survived.”He tilted her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Then let’s face it together,” he said, his voice low, vibrating with intensity. “Every

The night had fallen over the city like a velvet curtain, draping the streets in darkness and mystery. Justina Ashes sat perched on the edge of the grand sofa in Carson Wills’ penthouse, a glass of deep red wine cradled in her hands. The flickering candlelight cast shadows across her face, highlighting the delicate curve of her jaw and the intensity in her eyes.Carson leaned against the doorway, arms folded, observing her with a gaze that was equal parts desire and calculation. “You’ve been quiet all evening,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Are you thinking… or plotting?”She smirked, a spark of mischief lighting her features. “A little of both,” she replied. “You know me, Carson. I don’t let anything go unchecked. Especially when shadows from the past are creeping closer.”He stepped into the room, slow and deliberate, his presence filling every corner. “I like that,” he murmured, voice husky. “The way you confront danger… the way you navigate fire… and still remain unshaken.”Her

The city was alive with a restless energy, the kind that hinted at storms both literal and metaphorical. Justina Ashes and Carson Wills stood in the center of Wills Holdings’ secure boardroom, surrounded by screens and documents that chronicled the latest threat to the Ashes Foundation. The evidence was undeniable: someone was orchestrating a chain of sabotage designed to hit them where it hurt most.Carson’s jaw was tight. He rubbed a hand across his face before turning to her, voice low and deliberate. “This isn’t just a threat to the Foundation. This is personal. Someone wants to dig up every secret, every mistake, every fire we thought was buried.”Justina’s fingers tapped the table nervously. “The fire… you mean my father’s fire?”He hesitated, then nodded. “Yes. And it seems it’s coming back, stronger than ever. Someone has been tracing old leads, old documents and now they’re close, too close.”Her chest tightened. The fire that had destroyed so much of her past, the source of

The city skyline was bathed in the molten glow of sunset, each building outlined in streaks of gold and crimson. The penthouse felt almost alive, the space vibrating with tension that neither Justina Ashes nor Carson Wills could ignore. Justina leaned against the balcony railing, the silk of her robe catching the last rays of sunlight, fingers brushing against the cool metal as though anchoring herself to something real.Carson entered quietly, but his presence was immediately overwhelming. She felt it in the shift of the air, the subtle weight of his gaze on her. “You’ve been quiet,” he said, voice low, smooth, carrying the authority and intimacy that always left her heart racing.“I’m… thinking,” she admitted, voice trembling slightly, betraying the storm inside her. “About the past, the fire, everything we’ve endured and what’s coming next. It’s… heavy. I can’t shake it.”He stepped closer, letting the space between them shrink until the heat from his body brushed against hers. “Ov