All Chapters of In Bed With My Fiancé’s Father: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Cynthia’s POV:I found Kane later that evening in the living room. He always retreated to the bar when something was wrong.I stepped in slowly, and clicked my heels softly against the marble floor.Kane was lying loosely on the couch, with one arm hanging off the side, and a glass bottle in his hand. The scent of alcohol filled the air and it wasn’t just one drink. It was infact 4 bottles of beer that was standing there on the table.He had been drinking for a while and his shirt was half unbuttoned, his hair was slightly messy.“Kane,” I said softly.I moved closer, and lowered myself onto the arm of the couch beside him. “What happened?”He let out a dry laugh, then slowly, he lifted his head and looked at me.His eyes were red, and his face was puffy. “I lost her,” he said.I tilted my head slightly. “Olivia?”He nodded once, then looked away, and took another round of drink from the bottle.I looked at him carefully. “Talk to me,” I said.For a moment, I thought he wouldn’t bec

KANE’S POVI sat in the car on the way back and said nothing.The driver knew better than to attempt conversation. He had worked for me long enough to read the difference between a silence that invited small talk and a silence that did not. This was very much the second kind.I looked out the window.Plan B.The words had come out of my mouth back there with more confidence than I had any right to, considering I had walked into that boardroom with one strategy and walked out of it with nothing but a slightly bruised ego and the memory of an old man telling me I was not my father.I knew I wasn’t my father.That was the whole point.I loosened my tie slightly and leaned back. The city moved past the window, glass and steel catching the afternoon light, all of it indifferent. The kind of city that did not care who you were or what you were trying to build. It just kept moving regardless.Cynthia’s voice again.Before it’s too late.I pressed two fingers against the bridge of my nose and

KANE'S POV I stepped out of the ensuite, steam clinging to my skin and a towel knotted loosely at my hips. The shower hadn’t done a damn thing to calm my wilting nerves. It had been three days after my fruitless attempt with the board members. But I still couldn't get over the disappointment.“What the…” I froze, scowling at Cynthia who was sprawled across my silk duvet, twirling a lock of her blonde hair as she scrolled on her phone.“You already had your quota of ‘small talk’ with me for a month.” “I'm not here for small talk,” she huffed.“Get out,” I snapped, the command coming out as a low growl. “If you’re here to try and seduce your way into a larger allowance, don't bother. I’m not in the mood for your games.”Cynthia moved her eyes from the phone towards me, trailing down my bare chest.Her nose scrunched upwards as she just let out a sharp, dry laugh that grated against my nerves. “Seduce you? Please, Kane. I’m here for business. Besides,” she paused, her eyes raking over

OLIVIA'S POVI eased the door shut, the soft click echoing in the quiet hallway.Lucious was finally asleep, his breathing heavy and steady under the hum of the monitors. I stayed there for a moment, my hand lingering on the handle, letting the silence of the ICU settle my nerves.“He'll be fine,” I murmured under my breath.“Jesus!” I yelped as I turned to leave and nearly walked straight into a hard, massive chest. “Miss Benson, you alright?” Virgil asked promptly, his hands stretching out to steady me.“Oh! Virgil. You scared me,” I whispered, pressing a hand to my chest.“My apologies, Ms. Benson,.” He said, stepping back. “I didn't mean to lurk.” Virgil looked down at me, his eyes tired behind his spectacles. I immediately noticed how worried he looked.Also, he wasn't wearing his usual confident smirk and his suit jacket was unbuttoned, and his silk tie was pulled loose at the collar.I squinted worriedly at the man. “Is everything okay?” I asked, looking him over. “You look

KANE’S POVThe ride back felt different.I sat in the back of the car with the city bleeding past the windows, and for the first time in months — maybe longer — I felt like I could breathe without something pressing down on my chest.Cynthia picked up on the first ring.“Well?” she demanded.“He folded.”A beat of silence. Then — “How bad was he?”“Bad enough.” I loosened my tie, staring at the ceiling. “He tried the whole she lied about her age routine.”“They always do.” Her voice was clipped, businesslike. “Did he agree?”“He didn’t have a choice.” I paused. “He’ll move the board. He just needs to believe his options are worse than they actually are.”“Kane.” Her tone sharpened. “Are you already second-guessing this?”“I didn’t say that.”“You have that voice.”“I don’t have a voice, Cynthia.”“You have at least four,” she said flatly. “That one means you’re standing on a ledge and pretending you’re not.”I said nothing to that. Outside, the city moved on, indifferent and blazing.