All Chapters of My Bastard Boss Wants Me In His Bed: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

~~ETHEL~~"A month?" It was all I could do to keep my expression from faltering. "I... wasn't there two months left?""Yes," Keanu said, his gaze on my face."But how could they just change the date, especially without letting you know?""Apparently, the other board members have been talking, and a couple suggested the date change. The others didn't see anything wrong with it."His brows furrowed, and he got the look he got whenever he was thinking there was more to something."What are you thinking?""I'm thinking my dear stepfather might be planning a surprise for me," he said tightly.I grimaced. "You think Stephen is the one influencing the other board members?"As far as I knew, Stephen's position was managing the real estate division of Martell Corporation, which was nowhere near the power Keanu had as CEO of all of it.Unless Stephen was using his wife's position as the majority shareholder. I still couldn't believe that she backed her husband over her own son."What surprise?"

~~ETHEL~~I tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by the hand clamped over my mouth. Panic shot through me as my attacker dragged me deeper into the dark alley, away from the main paths and street."Shut up! Shut up!" a slurred voice hissed in my ear.My blood turned to ice. It was Max.He spun me around and shoved me against the brick wall, his hand still covering my mouth. The stench of alcohol hit me. I'd seen Max drink before, but never like this. His eyes were bloodshot, unfocused, and wild."You ruined me," he snarled, his face inches from mine. "Do you understand that? You fucking ruined me!"I tried to pull away, but he pressed harder against me, pinning me to the wall."My clients and investors are pulling out every day," he continued, spit flying from his lips. "Do you know what that means? Years of work, sweat, and it's gone! All because of your bastard lover!"He removed his hand from my mouth, and I gasped for air."I don't know what you're talking about," I said, my

~~KEANU~~Minutes after Ethel had fallen asleep, I stared down at her, my jaw tight, my fists clenched, and fury pumping through my veins.Ethel was finally asleep, her body relaxed against mine, her breathing slow and even. She'd put up a brave front ever since I brought her home, but the way her hands curled against my chest told me just how much this experience had affected her.My mind kept replaying it. Rounding that corner and seeing Maximillian pinning her against the wall, her blouse torn and her face twisted in fear as she struggled against him.Very few things made me feel this violently out of control. The first had been my father's murder. Then Maura and Nikolai's betrayal.And now this.The thought of what that piece of shit had intended to do to her made my jaw clench so hard my teeth ached. If I'd been there even a minute later, Lord fucking knows what he would've managed to do.My fists tightened, causing my bruised knuckles to burn. But the pain was good. It reminded

~~ETHEL~~ The city blurred past the car window as the new driver, Victor, navigated through morning traffic, but I barely saw any of it. My mind was stuck on the look in Keanu's eyes when he'd said Max got exactly what he deserved and the finality in his tone. Where had he gone instead of the office? It had to have something to do with Max. He'd avoided giving me a straight answer both times when I asked what he had done with Max. My stomach twisted. Could he...could he have... The thought should have probably horrified me and sent me running in the opposite direction from Keanu Martell. And it did horrify me. Just... not nearly as much as it should. Because part of me didn't give a fuck what happened to Max. Not after what he'd tried to do to me. But would Keanu really kill someone...for me? I pressed my fingers against my temple, trying to chase away the headache forming there. I was probably wrong anyway. Keanu was ruthless, but he wasn't a murderer. He must have had Ma

~~KEANU~~I spent the twenty-five-minute ride back to the penthouse in torture. It was the only thing I could call it after having to keep my hands to myself in the backseat when I had Ethel's warm body pressed against mine and my hard dick straining against my slacks.The elevator ride was even more agony. But the moment the penthouse door closed behind us, Ethel placed her hands over my chest and pushed me back against the door.Hard enough that breath rushed out of me. Then she pulled my head down and crashed her lips on mine, catching me off guard with her intensity.And fuck, I loved it.I loved it when she was submissive and obedient to my commands and touch. But this confident version of her, unapologetically taking what she wanted, was just as intoxicating.Our tongues tangled as her fingers worked my suit jacket off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Then she moved to my tie, loosening it and pulling it over my head before attacking the buttons of my shirt.I