All Chapters of Tangled In Bed With My Boss : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Bang. Bang. Bang. The sound ripped me out of sleep so suddenly that I shot upright in bed, my heart immediately racing. For a few disoriented seconds, I had no idea where I was. Then the faded floral wallpaper, the cheap motel curtains, and the dull hum of the air conditioner reminded me. The motel. I was still in the motel. Another loud bang rattled the door, making me jump. The noise seemed impossibly close, as if whoever was outside was determined to come through the wood instead of waiting for it to open. Panic seized me instantly. I grabbed the sheets and pulled them tightly against my chest, staring at the door while every horrible possibility rushed through my head. It was dark outside. The room was dim except for the weak glow of the lamp near the bed, and somehow that made everything worse. My gaze flickered to the clock. Almost ten at night. Another bang shook the frame, and this time I scrambled backward until my shoulders pressed against the wall. I didn't dare make

After I got off. I held my suitcases and stared at the house. It was still the same. Maybe with a few more broken blocks here and there.The door opened and my heart somersaulted. Tears slid down my cheeks as I watched her walk out. Abbie. My baby sister. She has grown up already. Her brown locks were now heavier, thicker. She probably never cut it since I left home. I just stood there. Too frozen to even move from the spot.Her eyes darted at once to me and stayed there then it widened, “Big sis…” she threw the brush in her hand away and rushed down the porch.Despite the tears, a smile broke across my face as she ran to me.She jumped into my arms and I hugged her tightly, “I have missed you Abbie.”“Miss you more big sis. I have missed you.” Her voice shook in tears. I felt the pain.It's been five years. And she grew into this beautiful girl. I pulled her face away and looked at her. She really took Mom's genes seriously.“How have you been?” I asked.She was wiping her tears wit

The first thing I did after unpacking was take a long, hot shower.I scrubbed and scrubbed until my skin tingled, until the slight ache in my muscles made me feel somewhat human again. For a little while, the water washed away the exhaustion clinging to me.When I finally stepped out, I threw on a loose dress and sat at the small desk in my room.Coming home for comfort only to discover an even bigger disaster waiting for me hadn't been part of the plan.Nothing about this was.I pulled out a notebook and started writing.A plan.I needed a plan.Because if I allowed myself to think too deeply about everything Abbie had told me, I might completely lose my mind.My father had gambled away years of sacrifice.Years.I stared at the page and began listing everything I needed to accomplish before anyone discovered I was pregnant. I needed money. A steady income. Somewhere safe to live. A future that didn't depend on anyone.Especially not Mr. Lincoln.The thought alone made my chest tight

After I had managed to calm Abbie down, we began retracing her steps to search for the house deed.Deep down, I was scared.It wasn't possible that she had simply forgotten where she kept it. The document was too important. Too valuable. And judging from the state of her room, if it had been here, we should have found it by now.I kept those thoughts to myself.There was no need to make her panic even more.We started with the clothes scattered across the floor. We picked them up one after another, shaking them carefully, even though we both knew there was no way a house deed could somehow be trapped between a pair of jeans and an old sweater.Still, we looked.We checked inside empty bags, beneath the bed, between stacks of books, and inside drawers that held nothing except old notebooks and dried pens.As the piles on the floor slowly disappeared, so did my hope.Abbie was growing more frantic by the second. Her hands shook whenever she reached for something. Her breathing became un

The following morning, I woke up early. If anything was going to work out, I had to stop acting like this house was a cage and start treating it like a problem that needed solving. Sitting around and panicking wasn't going to bring Dad back or magically pay his debt. Someone had to figure things out. And unfortunately, that someone was me. Ever since I returned and Abbie told me about the loan sharks taking Dad away, my mind refused to settle. He had messed up. There was no point pretending otherwise. He had gambled away money I spent years earning, lied to us, and somehow managed to drag our family into another disaster. Yet, at the end of the day, he was still our father. As I stood in the kitchen making breakfast, I found myself wondering if I should go see him. Just once. To make sure he was alright. Loan sharks were brutal people. I had heard stories growing up. Men returning home with missing teeth. Shop owners waking up to smashed windows because they were late on payme