In bed with my boss のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

EMILY Four of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen sat confidently, their presence exuding money and power. Each of them was draped in expensive Armani and Prada suits, broad shoulders filling the seats like they owned the place. Is this heaven? I thought. If it is, someone please pinch me. A light bump at my side snapped me back to reality. “Are you okay?” Elle asked, her voice soft but laced with worry. “Uhmm…” I cleared my throat. “Yeah. Yeah. I’m fine.” My eyes darted back to the men. They were staring right at us, and I suddenly forgot how to breathe. Elle moved forward as if their attention didn’t faze her, but my feet felt like they’d been cemented to the floor. “Gentlemen,” she announced smoothly, placing the tray down. “We brought whiskey and vodka for each of you. Pick your poison.” Their attention shifted to the drinks, except for one. The one whose gaze stayed on me. My focus pulled towards him despite my better judgment. Even sit

EMILY ~Flashback to Six Years Ago~ “Hey, four eyes!” Troy, Cole’s best friend, called from behind, and laughter erupted from their group. Even Cole was laughing. “Please, Troy.” I said quietly, keeping my eyes down as I walked faster. “I’ve told you to stop calling me that.” But the seven of them surrounded me like a pack of predators, blocking every escape. “Aw, don’t be shy now,” one of them sneered. “You love the attention, don’t you?” “Maybe if you stopped stuffing your face, we’d actually see your eyes behind those glasses,” another added. I swallowed hard. “Please, Troy. Stop.” “But I’m not lying, you smelly, fat girl,” he mocked, pouting dramatically. More laughter followed. My throat tightened painfully, but I refused to cry. Not again. “I’m not doing this with you,” I muttered, trying to move around them. “I have a chemistry class.” Before I could take another step, something yanked me backward. “Not so fast, fatty.”

EMILY It’s been one day, 4 hours, 35 minutes and 28 seconds since I got an email from Cole. And yes, I’ve been counting because I believe Cole Calloway is either watching me through a camera that is positioned by my desk, or he’s hacked the camera on my computer. I stared at my poor computer, which I had used an unhealthy amount of tape to cover its camera. My mind wandered back to my new life and how it felt like fate was trying to play a game on me. But at the same time, I had to remember that I can’t risk my opportunity here and put Aria at risk of being homeless all because I couldn’t keep myself together. So, I would rather fall a thousand times in the process of trying than let it mess me up. “Everyone, to the conference room. Right now.” Cole’s voice boomed through the intercom, making me jump in my seat. Everyone began to scramble toward the conference room, while I stayed rooted to my seat. “Aren’t you coming?” Aria asked as she leaned over my de

EMILY~Thursday Evening~ I wanted to believe that Cole telling me to follow him on this trip was a joke, but here I was, pacing around my room with an open box and clothes scattered across my bed. I’d wanted to work at Ways for years, and now that I was finally fulfilling that dream, everything felt like it was moving so fast. I spent four years hating Cole for what he did to me. And after getting my life together and applying for a bigger job, I thought fate was finally working hand in hand with me. Till boom—I crossed paths with him, and then the next minute, he was my boss. I know it’s been six years since that crazy event, and I should be moving on, especially since he didn’t recognize me. But sadly, I couldn’t do anything about the pent-up anger I’d kept hidden for this long. Buzzz… My phone rang, pulling me out of my spiraling thoughts. I looked to see who it was, and Annie’s name flashed across the screen. My palms grew sweaty as I hit the answ

EMILY The crack of thunder shattered through the night like a gunshot. I lurched awake with a sharp gasp, my shoulder colliding with the passenger door hard enough to sting. My heart hammered against my ribs as I blinked into the darkness, disoriented for a brief, terrifying second. Then reality settled in. The steady drumming of rain on the roof. The heavy rain poured so intensely against the cracked windshield that it was impossible to see through the abandoned road somewhere beyond the storm. We were still stranded. A sigh escaped me before I could stop it. So much for hoping the crash had been some horrible dream. Lightning flashed across the sky, bathing the inside of the SUV in a cold, bluish light. For the briefest moment, I caught the sharp profile of the man beside me. His head rested against the driver’s seat, his eyes closed, though I could tell he wasn’t sleeping. One hand lay loosely over the steering wheel while the other absentmindedly ru