All Chapters of Ruined By My Bosses: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Shane Micah and I did our best to convince Rune how perfect the name she’d come up with was, and I meant every word of the praise I’d spoken. The name was catchy and inspiring all at the same time, something that would stand out, but a new name for the rec center was only one of our many worries. No one wanted to talk about Samuel’s aging mind, and it was truthfully still a bit strange to think about how well Rune knew Micah’s dad when we were all really just beginning to get to know one another more fully. All the same, concern over the older man’s health remained like a ticking time bomb in the background until Micah finally just ignited the fuse, saying, “Somehow, we all seem to have missed one thing or another with how hectic our own personal lives have been, but that changes now. I’ll call dad. Next Sunday we’re all having dinner together as a family. Hell, we’ll do it every week like we used to do. No excuses.” The family get togethers that Micah’s parents had used to host o

Rune To no one’s astonishment, I’d drifted off to sleep after the mind-numbing orgasm the guys had given me, and my alarm going off was the next thing I registered the following morning. I was snuggled up to a hard male body, but I managed to tear myself away long enough to shut off the annoying ring on my phone that I’d purposely selected to ensure I got up each morning. There wasn’t much light to see by, but the first traces of the sun rising were visible through my newly fixed window as I detected the subtle changing to the color of the sky while staring out from where the curtains were slightly pushed aside. Micah was already up, his side of the bed cold to the touch, but Shane groaned, rolling over onto his back where he began stretching out his long limbs. I’d propelled myself out of bed by this point, switching on the lamp that was sitting on my bedside table, but I stood still as a statue as I watched him, not certain that I wasn’t drooling by the time he’d pushed to his f

Micah The day had gone off without a hitch to my relief, and I was well sated with Rune resting in my arms where she belonged, Shane’s big body scrunched up on her other side. It was a tight fit for us all in her queen size bed, the mattress not having been intended for one average height woman and two men over six feet tall, but it only meant I got to hold her closer to me all night. Even so, I felt confident that Shane planned to order her a bigger bed at some point, the other male preferring to have room to stretch out as he slept, but he was wisely waiting for a less hectic moment to spring the change on Rune. We would have to have a deeper discussion about living together more permanently after she was out of danger, which I wasn’t convinced she would be until that bastard was behind bars permanently, or dead, but I was content to follow her to the ends of the earth, regardless. Thus far, she’d been resistant to any attempt on our part to aid her in any way, especially when t

I am so sorry I haven't been uploading. I swear I'm working on it. My life is just hectic at the moment. I lost my babysitter for standing up for my son, and I'm struggling to find another one I trust and can afford. I'm doing my best. Things are just rough for me for the time being. I've outlined the rest of this novel, but I've been too stressed to sit down and focus on what I want to write. I have to write at least 100 words to post this update, so this is me writing nonsense to meet the quota.

Rune Shane’s words trickled through my brain, slowly registering through the fog that had set in due to all the mental uproar I’d already been experiencing so early on in the day, but the only thought running through my mind once I comprehended what he was telling us was, “What the fuck?” I saw red, and I was intent on flying out of the vehicle with only one thought seared into my head -Kiki was going to face my wrath. I barely noticed the ache the seatbelt strap caused as it dug into the flesh on my upper chest where my tank top had left it exposed, but it did briefly prevent me from advancing forward, only causing my anger to simmer in the forefront of my mind at the delay. Somehow, I managed to unbuckle the latch in my rattled state as I simultaneously flung the car door open, and then I was storming across the relatively short distance separating Kiki’s and my houses. Some small part of me recognized that I was behaving irrationally, but it didn’t take much for my ire to drown