I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

The truth was incredibly harsh, but Meredith had to tell Justin, lest he remain trapped in the mire of familial affection. Justin drained his beer in one gulp, then stood up and hurled the bottle far into the distance, letting out a roar of frustration.

All along, he had been unloved, abandoned by his parents. His efforts to find his biological parents had been a cruel joke. How laughable was that?

Justin now had no home he could return to, and his office was besieged by the media. Numerous reporters blocked his office, and angry protesters threw eggs and spray-painted insults.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

The office had no choice but to keep its doors shut. Mr. Chandler, desperate to reach Justin, was at his wit’s end. Justin followed Terrence Sterling back to Merrydale Estate, where Meredith advised him to stabilize his emotions and stay off the internet for a couple of days, leaving the rest to her.

Terrence Sterling had already sent his people to Crimson Copse, Mr. Thatcher’s hometown, expecting to retrieve evidence of Mr. Thatcher’s dealings by tomorrow.

Meredith, driven by her commitment to help Justin, had yet to sleep, busy organizing the evidence she had. Seeing her exhausted, Terrence approached and began to massage her shoulders. “Meredith, rest now, you can continue tomorrow.”

“I’m too upset to sleep,” she replied, frustrated by the vile comments online. “Imagine how Justin would feel if he saw them. Oh, and you need to do one more thing for me.”

Sitting beside her, Terrence looked affectionately at her. “Tell me.”

“You need to check on a reporter for me, Aubrey Owens,” she said. “She’s been fanning the flames with her exaggerated reports. If she’s not afraid of getting burned, let’s see how she handles it.”

Terrence chuckled. “They should have thought twice before crossing you.”

Meredith smiled slyly. “So you better be careful not to cross me. I almost had you sleeping on the couch last time.”

“Good thing I came to my senses,” Terrence said, pulling out his phone. “I’ll call Linda to handle the reporter. Let her take care of it.”

“Thank you.” Meredith’s mood lifted instantly, and she wrapped her arms around Terrence’s neck, rewarding him with a kiss. “That’s your reward.”

He smiled broadly. “Are you sure it’s not a punishment?”

Their married life had become like a carnivore forced to turn vegetarian. Terrence was not only barred from touching Meredith, but she also teasingly provoked him from time to time, a true form of torture for him.

Meredith laughed, touching her belly. “Our baby really is my little lucky star.”

Terrence also reached out to touch her belly, his eyes filled with hope as they both looked forward to meeting their little baby.

“Let’s call the baby ‘Lucky’ then,” Meredith joked.

“Didn’t you say last time if it’s a boy, his name would be Callum, and if it’s a girl, Rowan?” Terrence asked.

“Did I? I forgot.” Terrence stood up, lifting her in his arms toward the bed. “Since I can’t eat meat, let me at least have some soup.”

“Stop it… mmm…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Meredith’s lips were sealed with a kiss.

This was punishment for them both. Their mutual teasing had stoked their desires, yet they dared not take the final step, only managing to brake at the last moment.

But their passion was like a car speeding on the highway, hard to stop on a dime. Amid their tumultuous emotions, Meredith asked, “We’re okay, right?”

“The baby is still very small; we need to be careful,” Terrence replied, struggling to contain himself.

Seeing him suffer, Meredith couldn’t help but laugh, pushing him gently. “Lie down over there.”

“What?” Though he asked, Terrence complied and lay down obediently.

Once he was lying down, Meredith began to unbutton his trousers, leaning over between his thighs…