บททั้งหมดของ Tangled In Bed With My Boss : บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 10

“The shareholders' meeting is at 8 a.m. and will run until 9 a.m.” I peered up to make sure he was listening. “Then you'll have breakfast with your stepmom and your younger sister at Santiago Restaurant by 12, before joining Dr. Luke for the hospital tour at 1 p.m.” “Anything else?” he asked, flipping through the document with that deep scowl that never failed to show up. I smiled. “That will be all, sir.” I shut the door and went back to my office. My name is Jasmine Harrison, and I am the personal assistant to the CEO of the largest construction company in New York City. George Corporation. It was a wonderful feeling to manage his time and make his life much easier. I turned around my desk and smiled at how much I had achieved. My mom passed away, leaving us overwhelmed with business debt. The loan sharks constantly hounded us, and Dad often came home with bruises from being beaten. It was heartbreaking. I knew we needed to act. I came to New York despite my dad'

I dragged my leg to the exit, too exhausted to even wave at Miguel, the security officer at the gate.It was 6pm.I spent eight hours reviewing the project reports, only for the system to start working properly by 5 pm. George heartlessly dismissed everything I had done.Even during the break, he ordered me to stay put and finish up.God, I want to wrap my hand around his neck and choke him until he can't breathe.The moment I got to my apartment, I kicked off my shoes and collapsed onto my bed.I tried to sleep, but my stomach kept growling.With a groan, I dragged myself into the kitchen to find something to eat.God bless Ariel for always making food.I heated it and went back to the living room, taking a bite.A soft groan escaped me.What would I do without Ariel?We became friends after I started working at Cloud restaurant.It was a tough time for me. My savings disappeared six months after I moved here, and my landlord kicked me out onto the street.I couldn't even afford a mo

Once I was home, I just collapsed on the couch. I tried not to think of Mr. Lincoln, and failed miserably. He was going to be alright. He had to be. But his stepmother's face kept flashing in my mind. The way her lips curled when she said the name, Sasha Moretto. I rolled my eyes as the moment replayed. It didn't stop there. I Googled her. She has a wealthy, influential background. Everything I would never be. The kind of girl his family wanted. Of course, they wanted her. I dropped my phone on the table and curled into myself just as Ariel walked in. Her eyes softened the moment she saw me. “Are you alright?” She asked, settling beside me. “We got words. He was having an allergic reaction to something he ate.” I sat up quickly. “Really?” She nodded. “Yeah. He's going to be alright but I was so scared.” I leaned my head against her shoulder and let out a quiet breath. “Yeah. Me too.” “I swear.” She said, tugging lightly at my hair before giggling. “I told God if nothi

The walk to the door felt longer than usual. The gold heels Ariel picked made my toes look cute. I hated that I noticed that. We stopped just outside the door, and for a second, I seriously considered running into my room, and pretending none of this was happening. I tried not to think about the last time I went out on a date. Ariel and I were still working at the restaurant. She had set me up with one of the customers for a tip. Worst experience of my life. All he talked about was busty girls. “You could at least try not to look like I’m taking you to a funeral,” Ariel said, reaching for the door. My stomach twisted. That same uncomfortable knot that always showed up when I was about to be thrown into something I couldn’t control. I grabbed her arm before she could turn the handle. She glanced back at me. “Don’t tell me you’re backing out already.” Her lips curled slightly, effortless as always. Of course she looked good. She always did. The type of woman men found e

I barged into the room and froze, shock rooting me in place. On the bed was Mr. Lincoln, and straddling him was a blonde I had never seen before. His pants were pulled down, and he looked completely unresponsive. A million thoughts raced through my mind, each one circling the same conclusion—whatever was happening on that bed didn’t look consensual. But this was Mr. Lincoln’s house. Security was airtight. No one got in here without permission. “Come on, Papi. You don’t have to worry. Mia here is going to take care of you,” the girl on top of him said. No response. Mr. Lincoln lay still, like a log. She bent down to kiss him, and I coughed loudly. It caught her attention immediately. She turned, shooting me a glare sharp enough to cut. “What’s going on here?” I asked, completely unfazed—well, maybe a little annoyed at being dragged into whatever this was. She didn’t move an inch. “Are you the housekeeper? Get out of here. Go back to your duty post.” I stared at her, stunned. T