In Bed With The MC President のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 151 - チャプター 160

MilaThe biting wind coming off the ocean whipped my hair across my face.I walked slowly along the shoreline. On my left, the sea stretched out forever. On my right, tall cliffs surrounded the quiet cove. High up on the rough rocks, partly hidden in the shadow, I saw a square metal vent.I stared at it as I walked.If I had gone through with my plan at three in the morning... if I had squeezed my pregnant body into that tomb, tearing my fingernails and bleeding my knees for four hundred feet in darkness... I would have dropped straight down onto this sand.I would have fallen right into the exact place he had already scheduled to take me.My grand rebellion. My desperate fight for freedom. It was nothing more than a rat running through a maze entirely designed by the man who owned the cheese.The sand crunched softly behind me.I didn't have to turn around to know how close he was. He was exactly three steps behind me. He wasn't holding my arm to prevent me from running into the

Mila I didn’t even know where he was taking me to. My mind was a mess.He gave Ryan a paper trail. It was a suicide mission.But, Aaron remained very calm, relax even.He pulled me out of the front doors and took me to the underground garage. It looked like a luxury showroom, lined with sleek, black vehicles.Aaron led me toward a SUV. He pulled open the passenger door and waited. “Get in.”I climbed inside and the rich scent of new leather surrounded me. I stared straight ahead through the tinted windshield and my thoughts clouded my mind again.Ryan knows where I am. Justin knows I am alive. What was Ryan going to do? What if Richard intercepted them first?The driver’s side door opened and shut. The engine roared to life but I felt like I was floating in a sea."Seat belt, Mila."I heard Aaron say something. But I didn't move. I couldn't. I was staring blankly at the polished dashboard, entirely zoned out as the horrifying possibilities of his master plan played on a loop in my he

MilaAaron stopped walking.I braced myself for the shift. I expected the cold billionaire to finally snap at the mention of the man who had claimed me first.But the anger never came.Instead, his green eyes softened. He closed the small distance between us, stopping just inches away. His gaze dropped to my arms, which were still wrapped over my small bump and then slowly rose to meet my eyes."Blood never made a family for us, Mila." Aaron replied. "We grew up in a place where the people who shared our blood abandoned us. We had to choose our family."I swallowed the tight knot in my throat."I know whose name is on the DNA.” He continued, his tone stripped of all arrogance. "But this child is a part of you. It is breathing because you are breathing. And because it is a piece of you, I will love it. I will protect it with my dying breath, and I will hand it the entire world on a silver platter. I don't care whose child it is. I only care that it's yours."I couldn't find my words. I

MilaThe pain was a living, breathing monster tearing through my veins. It drowned out the beeping monitors, the urgent commands of the doctor and the shuffling of the nurses.I was entirely swallowed by the agony, thrashing blindly in a sea of white-hot fire."Look right at my eyes, Mila. Breathe with me."His voice was the only thing that cut through the noise. I forced my tear-soaked eyelids open.Aaron was hovering right over me. His shirt was pushed to the elbows, his hair was messy from where his hands had gripped it.Another contraction hit, violently ripping through my abdomen."I can't!" I screamed, my head thrashing back against the sweat-soaked pillows. "I can't do it, Aaron! It's too much!""Mila." Aaron leaned over the hospital bed, completely ignoring the nurses bustling around him. He caged me in with his arms, bringing his face so close that he became my entire world. His striking green eyes locked onto mine, fiercely demanding my attention, pulling me out of the bli

RyanThe numbers on the projector screen blurred into a meaningless sea of black ink and pie charts."If we move forward with the hostile takeover of the southside shipping yards." The Vice President of Acquisitions droned on, his laser pointer dancing across the screen. "we project a twenty percent increase in our quarterly margins by the end of the fiscal year."I sat perfectly still at the long table, resting my hands flat against the cool polished wood.I was wearing a five-thousand-dollar custom Tom Ford suit that felt like a straightjacket. The collar of my shirt was too tight. The air in the Empire Group boardroom was too sterile.It wasn't the smell of gasoline. It wasn't the smell of rain on asphalt.I blinked hard, forcing my eyes back to the meaningless numbers on the screen, burying the thought before it could claw its way up my throat.Across the table, Richard leaned back in his leather chair. He wasn't looking at the presentation. He was looking at me.When I briefly m