All Chapters of In Bed With The MC President: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

141 Chapters

Coffee

MilaFor a second, I thought I had hallucinated the word."Coffee?" I repeated. "With you?"Aaron didn't sigh, but the tightening of his jaw suggested I was testing the absolute limits of his newly discovered patience. "Generally, when I ask someone if they would like coffee, it implies joint consumption, yes."I blinked. The idea of sitting down with Aaron Wylder voluntarily was absurd. A week ago, I would have rather locked myself in the bathroom. But right now, looking at the exhaustion lined around his mouth and the loneliness he had suffered from, I couldn't say no."Okay." I breathed out. "Yes. Coffee sounds nice."He gave a single nod and turned on his heel. I followed him as he led the way to the massive, state-of-the-art kitchen tucked into the back of the East Wing.The kitchen was ridiculously large and entirely white. The morning sunlight reflected off spotless surfaces. It looked less like a place to cook food and more like a laboratory.Aaron immediately walked over to th

The boy

MilaI felt a sudden, unexpected warmth flare in my chest. He had remembered I was pregnant. The man who had spent days psychologically picking me apart had just made me a hot chocolate because he knew I couldn't have the caffeine."Thank you…" I muttered softly, wrapping my cold hands around the warm ceramic.Aaron took his black espresso and leaned against the counter opposite me. He took a slow sip, his green eyes watching me carefully over the rim of the cup."Well." I started again, blowing softly on the hot chocolate. "I am glad you are back. The koi fish were getting incredibly arrogant without you here to stare them down.."Nothing. Not even a twitch of his jaw. He was a stone wall.Sighing again, I lifted the mug to my lips and took a long, greedy sip. It was incredible. It tasted like warmth and comfort. But as I pulled the mug away, I realized I had tipped it entirely too fast.A large, ridiculous portion of chocolate was planted firmly on the tip of my nose.I tried to loo

Gladly

MilaHis lips were soft, warm, and entirely desperate, but the space between us felt miles wide. I let his mouth move against mine but couldn't bring myself to kiss him back.Ryan slowly pulled away. The rejection, quiet as it was, flashed across his dark eyes. He let his hands drop from my face, his broad shoulders slumping."Mila." He whispered with an exhaustion that seemed to reach his bones. "What's wrong?"I looked away, staring away at the far wall of the suite. "Nothing." I murmured. I didn't have the energy to fight him anymore tonight.Ryan didn’t push. He didn’t argue or try to feed me another perfectly constructed corporate excuse. Instead, he let out a heavy sigh that seemed to tear its way out of his chest.Then, slowly, the untouchable billionaire CEO dropped to his knees right in front of me.I gasped softly, my hands instinctively dropping to my sides as he wrapped his muscular arms around my waist. He buried his face gently against my slightly rounded stomach."I a

My world

MilaWhen we pulled away finally, Ryan’s dark eyes were entirely black, completely consumed by a hunger he had forced to lock away. He moved his hands from my round belly, sliding them slowly, agonisingly up my waist. His large palms flattened against my ribs, his thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts through the thin silk of my nightgown. "Do you have any idea….” Ryan murmured, his voice a dark, rough rasp that sent a shiver straight down my spine, "what you have done to me?" "Ryan..." I breathed out, my eyes fluttering shut as he leaned forward, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the sensitive skin just below my jaw. "It is a torture, Mila." He growled softly against my neck. His teeth grazed my collarbone, making me gasp. My hands gripped his shoulders tightly. The possessiveness in his voice thrilled me. Slowly, Ryan pulled back just enough to look at my face. He reached up, his fingers tracing the thin straps of my nightgown. With a gentle tug, he slipped them off my s

Just like you wanted

MilaThe peace I felt in his arms was something I hadn't felt in days.Ryan’s breathing had deepened against my ear, sleeping on his stomach with one arm thrown securely across my waist, his large hand resting exactly where our baby was growing. His face was turned toward me, the sharp, ruthless lines of his jaw softened by sleep.I was simply watching the steady rise and fall of his scarred back in the dim moonlight filtering through the velvet curtains.For the first time all week, the crushing anxiety in my chest had receded. He was here. He was holding me. The desperate, worshipful way he had touched me left absolutely no room for doubt. Ryan loved me. Whatever corporate wars he was fighting for the Empire Group, he was doing it for us. I had to believe that. I wanted to believe that.I let my eyes drift shut, pulling the duvet higher over my shoulder, fully prepared to let sleep pull me under.Then, a sharp buzz shattered the silence.Bzzzz. Bzzzz.I flinched, my eyes snapping o

Why?

MilaJust like what you wanted.I left the phone there and slowly retreated to my side of the bed. I pulled my knees tightly against my chest, wrapping my arms protectively around my stomach. I wasn't naive. I wasn't some sheltered billionaire's wife who fainted at the sight of a gun. I was raised in the foster system. I was raised by Havoc. I had fallen in love with Ryan when he was wearing the president’s patch, when his hands were permanently stained with the violence of the streets.I knew exactly what he was capable of. I knew he was a killer. The blood didn't scare me.The lie did.The meticulously crafted, week-long lie. He had looked me directly in the eye, kissed my forehead, and sworn to me that he was building a corporate castle to keep our family safe. He had let me cry over his absence, let me feel completely isolated and alone in this suffocating estate, while he was slipping back into his leather cut the second the sun went down.Why? Why hide it from me? Did he think

Slide over

MilaAaron was wearing gray sweatpants and a dark, fitted t-shirt, looking completely awake and entirely unbothered by the fact that it was three-thirty in the morning. He held a steaming mug of black coffee in his left hand. Did he ever sleep? Did he ever stop drinking coffee?Spotting me inside, he didn't look surprised. He just stared at me through the glass with those green eyes, before raising his free hand and making a slow, circular motion with his index finger.Roll down the window.My hands were shaking so badly I could barely find the right button on the door panel. I pressed it, and the glass smoothly glided down.I stared up at him, tears streaming down my face, looking like an absolute, pathetic mess in my husband's oversized hoodie.Aaron took a slow sip of his coffee. His cold eyes leisurely scanned the dashboard, then my tear-streaked face, my white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel, and finally dropped to my completely bare feet over the pedals."It is three-forty i

Looking for your brother

MilaI held my breath. Every instinct I had was screaming at me to push him away, to remind him that I was Ryan's wife, that I was carrying his nephew. But I felt strengthless. He shifted his weight, leaning just a fraction of an inch closer. "You are shaking." Aaron murmured."I am cold." I breathed out, the lie sounding pathetic even to my own ears.Aaron’s eyes flicked back up to mine. The corner of his mouth twitched with a smirk that made my pulse completely skyrocket. Slowly, he lifted his right hand. He didn't touch my face. I knew he wouldn't cross that absolute line but his long fingers caught the oversized hood of Ryan's sweatshirt where it was slipping off my shoulder.With agonizing care, he pulled the fabric up, tucking it securely around my neck to shield me from the cold. His knuckles brushed against my pulse point, right where my heart was furiously beating against my skin.He held his hand there for three long seconds and then inhaled sharply, pulling his hand away

Where is Mila?

RyanThe cold woke me first.Though my mind was still clouded with sleep, I swept my hand across the expanse of the king-sized mattress, expecting to pull Mila’s warm, soft body back against my chest.I expected the familiar scent of vanilla and the gentle curve of her pregnant belly pressing into my side.Instead, my knuckles brushed against smooth silk.She wasn't there.My eyes snapped open. The velvet curtains were still drawn, keeping the massive suite in total darkness. But there was no else except for me."Mila?" I murmured.The only response was Silence.I pushed myself up onto my elbows. The bathroom door was wide open, completely pitch black inside. She wasn't in there.A sharp prickle of unease crawled up the back of my neck. The instincts I had spent the last week actively trying to bury… instantly flared to life. I threw the duvet off my legs and swung my feet over the bed.My bare heel came down on something hard resting on the floor.The phone.Without wasting a second

Afraid of losing

MilaJustin looked entirely paralyzed as his bloodshot eyes darted from my pale face down to the oversized, familiar black hoodie I was drowning in."Mila…" Justin breathed out and instantly stood up, pushing his chair back. "What the hell are you doing here? It's four in the morning. Where is Ryan?"I didn't answer him. I stepped fully into the dimly lit office and click the door shut behind me.Then I looked at the scattered ledgers on his desk. I looked at the dark grease staining his knuckles."Mila, talk to me.” Justin demanded softly, stepping around the desk. His hands were raised slightly in a placating gesture, like he was trying to calm a startled animal. "Why are you out here? Is it the baby? Did something happen to…"I shook my head and stepped away from him. "The dirt is packed tight?" I quoted the exact words he texted him. "Feral dogs won't find the body?"Hearing what I said, all the color completely vanished from Justin's face. He stared at me in pure terror. He knew

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