All Chapters of Ruined By My Bosses: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Rune About A Month Later Rubbing my hands over my temples, I tried to block out the din surrounding me, the strobing lights hurting my eyes, but I’d promised my friend I would come out tonight while the kids were at their sleepovers for the weekend. The nightclub, Verve, had different colored strobe lights to complement the loud music, and thrashing bodies filled the dancefloor to the brim, all moving to the hypnotic beat that was pumping through the numerous speakers that I’d seen spaced strategically around the large open area. Sliding down from the bar stool as I kept a hand at the hem of my dress, worried about the too-short skirt riding up any further, I was regretting my moment of weakness de novo. I was feeling self-conscious with the clothes I’d let my friend pick out for me, trusting her to dress me appropriately for the unfamiliar venue, and the makeup wasn’t helping anything either, the bold colors making me stand out when I would much rather blend in with my surroundin

Rune Groaning, I went to roll over as I felt the ache emanating from my muscles, but I ran smack dab into a smooth chest sprinkled with course hair that pointed downward, finding a very naked male lying beside me as my hands explored the contours of his defined pectorals and abs of their own accord. It took me a minute to grasp that I wasn’t in my own bed, that I wasn’t lying next to Damien as I had for so long. It’d been months since anyone other than the kids had slept beside me, but it was difficult forgetting about the years I’d had my ex by my side. I’d begun getting used to sleeping alone at night for the most part, but that didn’t mean I liked it any better than I had over the months when I’d been given no choice in the matter due to my ex’s poor decisions. The absolute extravagance of this bed, and the powerful arms that were locked around me brought back flashes of what we’d been up to late into the night, or maybe even into the early morning, a thrill of heat trickling

Micah Going to the nightclub this past weekend hadn’t been anywhere on my list of enjoyable ways to pass an evening, but Shane had insisted. He’d wanted to celebrate our move back home, us taking over the company from my dad, but then his sorry ass had ditched me. Howbeit, it’d turned out to be a blessing in disguise because my night had ended with a drop-dead gorgeous woman in my bed, the same knockout who was presently fleeing from the room like a bat out of hell as it so happened, just as she’d absconded from my bed the last time that we’d been together. “Micah?” My dad’s inquisitive voice drew my notice, and I tore my eyes away from Rune’s backside as I met his amused expression. Yeah, I knew her name but only because Shane had laid eyes on her first, something that ticked me off more than it should. I felt smug as fuck about the fact that I’d been the one to bring her home at the end of the night, but I was also pissed she’d run out the way she had. I wasn’t usually Mr. Relat

Rune Trepidation threatened to consume me whole as I stepped into the elevator Wednesday morning, clutching a tin of homemade cookies in one hand while reaching out to press the button for the fifth floor as I cradled my coffee against my chest. The divine fragrance of sugar and chocolate was making my mouth water, but I took another sip of my drink in an effort to suppress my appetite. I’d eaten more than enough cookies yesterday while the kids had made a mess of the kitchen baking them, and I couldn’t eat anything regardless with the nerves coursing through me. My phone had been radio silent since this weekend, no more texts or calls coming in from Micah or Shane as I’d expected after my near run-in, but I was more worried about the silence from Micah after locking eyes with him on my way out of work previously. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that he’d recognized me Monday afternoon, and I’d been anticipating how he would react ever since then. Almost two days had passed by now

Shane I’d known Rune was employed at the fashion magazine publication that Micah’s family owned, and I knew it was only a matter of time until we came face to face once more. I’d been looking forward to running into her in passing, but our meeting now wasn’t exactly what I’d imagined. It’d taken me a long minute to realize that she’d been crying, my excitement getting the better of me, but I didn’t push her to tell me what’d happened. Instead, I kept talking, trying to make her feel comfortable as I drove her to her destination, but I had every intention of seeking Micah out when I returned to the office, feeling positive that he’d had something to do with her downtrodden state. I wasn’t pleased with the idea of leaving her at the neglected rec center she’d requested I take her to, but I got the sense of just how important the place was to her, so I didn’t object as she’d jumped out of the car, not that I was sure I would be able to stop her with her mind made up. However, I did m