All Chapters of In Bed With A Rake: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

"Don't run, take responsibility for what you did to me"I look at the guy sleeping behind me, I was taking my clothes and plan to leave him behind, "Responsibility!? Excuse me, Mr. Don Harreld Grego! What responsibility you're saying!?" I said and punch the bed, he woke up and sit in the bed, "You force me last night" He said and stretch his body, Wow, what a beautiful body, "E-Ehem! T-That doesn't make sense" I said and look in another way, "Well, that's true! I'm a famous evil, who uses a beautiful man mask, they say, a perverted man, and have sex with a lot of girls after I take someone's life, but I don't lie" He said and take out his tobacco and light it, I smirk and immediately take my clothes, "Why would I believe you!? That's impossible! I don't even force my husband to do it with me, and let him fuck his secretary in front of me! And you're saying I force you!? That doesn't make sense!" I said to him and he take out the smoke of his tobacco in his mouth, "Because you don

After I leave the house, now I'm in the club and it looks like the bartender is shocked to see me here again, I immediately go in front of him but I stop for a minute when he calls someone on his phone,he put down his phone and I see that he click the speaker on his phone, "That bastard," I whispered, "excuse me? are you saying something?" the bartender said, I shake my head and close my arms, "Anyways what's your name?"I said and smirked, I see that he gulped, "You see, I missing someone right now, so can I ask for something?" I said and stretch my arms, "Y-Yes ma'am! one heavenly drink," he said making me get confused and cross my arms, "I don't ask about that though," I said seriously but at the same time I'm feeling happy and I feel I wanna laugh because the evils whispered Harreld is annoyed right now, "M-Maam? W-What you mean HA-HA" he said while looking at his phone, "I mean, I don't ask for HEAVENLY DRINK, I don't need th----""--Okay stop! I'm really annoyed right now, I

Sitting at my sleek, modern desk, I looked out at the bustling office around me. The hum of conversations blended with the clattering of keyboards, a familiar backdrop that usually calmed me. Today, though, my mind was anything but calm. “Focus, Marissa,” I whispered to myself, pushing back thoughts of Harreld and the whirlwind of emotions I was grappling with. I needed to center myself for the upcoming meeting, but it felt like my brain was a chaotic storm.My phone buzzed insistently, pulling me from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen: a reminder about my meeting with the legal team regarding my divorce. “Great, just what I need,” I muttered, feeling the weight of dread settle in my stomach. “You can handle this,” I coached myself, though the self-assurance was shaky at best. “You’ve thought it through. Time to move on.”As I gathered my notes, my assistant Jamie poked her head in. “Hey, you okay? You seem distracted.” Her tone was gentle, but I could hear the concern in her voi

I sat at a corner table in the café, swirling my coffee and watching the steam rise. Claymon walked in, looking as disheveled as I felt. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. Did he really think he could waltz back into my life after everything? When he approached, I gestured for him to sit, but I felt a strange sense of detachment. “So, you decided to show up,” I said, leaning back in my chair, feigning nonchalance.“Yeah, I thought we should talk,” he replied, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.I sipped my coffee, the warmth only reminding me of how cold our relationship had become. “Talk? About what? How you decided to cheat on your wife while I was right in front of you?”He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know I messed up, Marissa. I didn’t want it to end up like this.”“Didn’t want what?” I challenged, raising an eyebrow. “To hurt me? Or to have me finally see you for what you are?”He winced, and for a fleeting moment, I felt a pang of guilt. But it quickly faded. “I

Harreld’s presence had shifted something inside me, igniting a flame I thought was extinguished. I stepped into the sleek, black car he had waiting, and as I settled into the leather seat, I caught his gaze—intense, almost protective.“Where to?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light despite the weight of our recent conversations.“Somewhere we can talk privately,” he replied, his voice low and serious.The drive was filled with electric tension, the kind that buzzed just beneath the surface. I knew Harreld was a mafia boss, a powerful figure who commanded respect and fear. But right now, it was his gentleness that intrigued me. I could sense the complexity behind his rugged exterior.“Are you worried about Claymon?” he asked, breaking the silence. His eyes flickered toward me, gauging my reaction.“I’m not worried about him,” I said firmly. “I’m more concerned about what comes next for me. I’m done with that chapter.” Harreld nodded, though his expression remained serious. “Good. Y