All Chapters of Tangled In Bed With My Boss : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Mr. Lincoln had lowered himself onto the couch opposite mine without a word.I said nothing. There was nothing to say.I waited.It was like watching a storm gather behind glass. His face remained composed, but his eyes were restless, betraying the battle raging inside him. Thoughts moved through them like dark clouds, swift and heavy.Then he looked at me.Not with uncertainty. Not with hesitation.With the cold stillness of a man who had already made up his mind.And in that instant, I understood that whatever decision he had reached was no longer open for discussion. My opinion was a feather in a hurricane.Whether I liked it or not, I would have to accept it.I closed my eyes and listened to the silence stretching between us.“Jasmine.”My name, spoken in his deep voice, sliced through the quiet.I opened my eyes.He rose from his seat and crossed the room with measured steps. When he sat beside me on the couch, the cushions dipped under his weight, pushing me toward him until our

It's been three days since Mr. Lincoln forced me into a bed and had a doctor get rid of my child. I should have felt better. I had no close bond with the child. I never wanted him anyway, but instead, I was hollow.I didn't take it well. I was hollow. I spent weeks in bed just wiping tears that would not stop flowing.It felt like a part of me was out. Everything moved so quickly. When I arrived, Ariel was holding her suitcases, ready to leave. The moment she saw me, she dropped them and hugged me. I told her everything between tears.I lay in bed clutching the pillow. Ariel's voice telling me when she was off or back was the only normal thing in my life so far.I didn't have to look in the mirror to know how miserable I looked. When I gathered enough strength, I picked myself up, grabbed my phone, and sent a resignation letter to George Corporation.I don't ever want to see that man called George Lincoln anymore.Every time I tried to say a word, tears would well up in my eyes like t

I just stood there awestruck for over ten seconds. I didn't even get to thank him for saving me. “Are you alright?” He waved a hand in front of my face, and I finally snapped out of my daze. I nodded immediately. “I'm fine.” His eyes shifted from me to Mr. Lincoln. “What a coincidence, running into you here, George,” he whispered. Mr. Lincoln didn't say a word. It was like the air shifted, and the men began a stare-down battle. The receptionist's voice finally eased the tension. “General Ray will see you both now,” she said. “I'll lead you there.” In those few minutes, I put together that the strange man who had saved me was here to meet General Ray. I slowed down behind Mr. Lincoln. I wasn't excited about being in the same room with him. My savior caught up with me. “You know, not saying a proper thank you to the person that saved your life can make something worse happen to you.” My gaze slid to him instantly. “I have never heard of that.” “I'm telling you now.”

Finding ways to annoy Mr. Lincoln until he finally fired me was quickly becoming my new passion, and honestly, I didn't think it would take very long before my plan worked.I pulled out the business card Knight had given me and started dialing the number right in front of him.If my instincts were right, those two had a history that had absolutely nothing to do with business.Knight had been trying a little too hard to get close to me, but I was pretty sure it wasn't because he found me fascinating. He wanted an advantage over Mr. Lincoln, and somehow anything connected to Knight seemed to get under his skin. The proof was sitting right beside me. The moment I pulled out the card, Mr. Lincoln's hands tightened around the steering wheel.The car surged forward.I tightened my grip on the seat as the speed kept increasing.I wouldn't break.That was exactly what he wanted.But as houses and telephone poles blurred past the windows, my stomach began to churn. The nausea hit so suddenly t

By the time I got home, my legs felt numb.I wasn't even sure how I had managed to walk all the way from Mr. Lincoln's house without breaking down completely. The conversation kept replaying in my head, each memory cutting deeper than the last.The baby was alive.The thought should have filled me with relief.Instead, all I felt was exhaustion.I unlocked the apartment door and stepped inside.The silence greeted me immediately.Ariel wasn't home yet.For the first time in my life, I was grateful for it.I couldn't explain any of this to her.Not now.Maybe not ever.My gaze drifted around the familiar living room. The couch where we watched movies. The tiny dining table where we shared cheap takeout and complained about customers when we still worked at the restaurant. The photographs hanging on the wall.This place had become home.But suddenly it felt too small.Too close.Too full of memories I didn't know how to carry anymore.I walked into my room and sat on the edge of the bed