All Chapters of My Bastard Boss Wants Me In His Bed: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

~~KEANU~~"You fucking liar." My fist connected with his mouth, a sickening crack echoing in the room. His head swung to the side as he let out a painful groan. "I did not come here so you could bullshit me. You'll fucking go and confess to the murder of Keanu Martell and you'll fucking get the punishment you deserve.""I didn't do it, Keanu." Stephen groaned. When he turned to look back at me, his top lip had already swelled."You may not have done it with your own hand, but you had him murdered."Stephen licked the swollen part of his lip, wincing as he did. "Think about where I'm sitting. I've been charged with arson, aggravated fraud, two counts of murder for the men who died in that fire. I am going to spend the rest of my life in a cell regardless of whether I plead guilty to every charge or fight each one individually. I have nothing left to lose."He turned his hands upside down, showing me his palms in a gesture of surrender. "Why would I lie to you now?"I stared at his tire

~~ETHEL~~My heart was pounding inside my chest. I didn't want to hear any more."Dad—" I shook my head, willing him to stop speaking.“Martell confronted us. Carlos pulled out a knife." My father's voice broke slightly as he went on, like he needed to get it out. "We thought he would just let us go with what we'd stolen. But then he fought back."The air went out of my lungs."They struggled over the knife, and he wouldn't budge. Carlos panicked," my father said, barely above a whisper now. "And so Carlos—""Stop." The word tore itself from my throat.My father pressed his fist to his mouth. "I tried to stop it. But it was too late. Carlos stabbed him many times until he got weak and finally stopped struggling.”His eyes widened as if he was reliving that moment. “Carlos began picking up the things we'd taken, and so I did the same. The pendant was part of it. It'd come off during the struggle."Dad finally lifted his eyes to look at me, and they were stained with tears."You killed

~~ETHEL~~I'd heard the doorbell ringing. I'd walked to the door, and I was standing right behind it, my hand pressed flat against the wood, my eye pressed to the peephole.Keanu was on the other side. He'd been there for several minutes now, knocking, ringing the bell, and knocking again.I watched his face through the small circle of glass. He wasn't angry. He looked worried. His brow was furrowed, his jaw was tight, and his eyes scanned the street like he expected to find me somewhere out there.He knocked again. "Spitfire?"I wanted to open the door. I wanted to fall into his arms and absorb all the warmth he had to offer, to chase away this dread that had seeped into my bones.But how could I? How could I open this door and look at his face, knowing what I knew? That my father had been there. That he'd watched. That he'd done nothing while Keanu's father bled out on the floor.That I was the daughter of one of the men who'd killed his father.Keanu stepped back from the door and

~~ETHEL~~My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. Keanu stood close, his hand still gentle on my arm, his eyes patient and waiting. I had just told him there was something I needed to say, and now the words wouldn't come out.I didn't even know where to start.I opened my mouth again, but before I could force anything out, the ringing of his cell phone sliced through the silence. Keanu frowned, glancing at the screen, and the furrow of his brows told me it was an important call.After a while, he silenced it and made to place it back into his pocket without answering."No, go ahead and answer," I quickly said. "It must be important.""It's not more important than you.""Just answer it. It can wait."He hesitated, then put the phone to his ear. I heard clipped words about shipments and timelines. I tried to gather my thoughts while he spoke, but they scattered every time I tried to hold onto one.Whoever was on the other end said something that made his jaw tighten.

~~ETHEL~~Keanu's eyes widened, his mouth opening with a soft gasp. He was so full in my throat my eyes watered from the effort it took not to gag."That's it, sweetheart," he said hotly, appreciation lacing every single word. "You're so fucking beautiful. I could watch you like this forever."He gave a shallow thrust, and I moaned around him and cupped his ass, urging him not to hold back. He withdrew to the tip, then slid right back in. Slow and gentle yet insistent into my throat each time.His breathing became harsher with each thrust, and I knew he was close. But suddenly, his grip tightened on my face, pulling me to my feet."Come here, love," he whispered, lifting me into his arms, and I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist. "I need to feel all of you now."He carried me down the short hallway to the bedroom. It had a normal-sized bed that was made, the sheets spotless without a stain.Keanu gently laid me down before stepping back to strip off his shirt and completel