All Chapters of Undercover in His Bed: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

"Miss Blackwood, it's time to freshen up and see you to your room," Svetlana commanded, her tone brooking no argument. She looked over at Mila, her voice growing respectful but still firm. "Miss Yakov, Miss Aria will be preparing for the pizza-making. She'll join you shortly."Aria shifted uncomfortably under the stern scrutiny of Svetlana. She turned to Mila, forcing a smile. "Don't worry, Mila, we're going to make the yummiest pizza when I get back.""Okay." Mila pouted. Disappointed, but not enough to kick up a fuss.The elevator dinged, and Roman stepped out. I glanced at him, my jaw tightening with the understanding of what his arrival meant. The faint traces of ruthlessness in his eyes, the steely resolve now melting into casual indifference – all telltale signs of a job just finished in the basement.His gaze swept across the scene, landing on Aria, who was still standing awkwardly on the stairs. A brow lifted in amusement, his lips twitching at the corners."What's the big fus

Aria.The delicious aroma of melting cheese and baking dough wafted out from the kitchen, a call to my empty stomach.God, I hadn't eaten since breakfast yesterday.Between the whirlwind of events and my gnawing nerves, food had been the last thing on my mind. Things were just crazy since last week. The events at the "Velvet Room," the notorious strip joint where my best friend Zara worked, still lingered fresh in my mind.The image of her bloody, bruised face was seared into my brain.The ugly truth slammed into me with the subtlety of a freight train – Zara was in this shitstorm, all thanks to yours truly. The raw bite of guilt chewed me up from the inside out, an unrelenting reminder that I crafted this hellhole we were in. Zara was caught in the crossfire, and my big bro was collateral damage. It was my mess, my responsibility to shovel our way out.Oh, Zara. I am so sorry!Suddenly, I was yanked back, now standing in the kitchen doorway; the irresistible salty aroma was a freakin

Aria's POVThe nod Nikolai sent Mila, accompanied by his deep-chested, "Otlichno, Mila," left me utterly clueless. But the way Mila's face lit up, I figured it must mean something along the lines of "fucking awesome.""Oh, we gave our kitchen staff the day off," Axel announced, the casual nonchalance in his voice throwing me off balance. "You'll get to meet them tomorrow.""Kitchen... staff?" I parroted, incredulity pitching my voice higher.There was a whole staff for this kitchen? For cooking?He swept a hand around the luxurious kitchen, emphasizing his point. "Marco, he's a whiz with pasta – six fingers on his left hand. Great for kneading dough. Born with it."The mental image of a six-fingered pasta maestro was nothing short of bizarre, but I merely nodded, doing my best to look unfazed."And then there's Paolo. The man's a magician with sauces. His Bolognese? Legendary. And finally, Chef Antonio. Head honcho in this circus. Found him in a family-run eatery in Rome when he was si

Axel"We've—" Nikolai started but was cut off by a harsh rap on the door."Boss, Grisha," came the deep voice from outside."Da. Come in," I responded, my words cutting through Nikolai's aborted sentence.With a grating creak, the door swung open, and there stood Grisha, our resident mountain of a bodyguard, his icy gaze scanning the room.He was balancing an ornate tray – an odd elegance to his otherwise brutish facade – holding glasses and a dusty bottle of whisky. The bottle was old, its label barely readable. My father's choice – a relic from his reign, just like this shithole.The amber liquid gleamed in the dim light as Grisha poured, its scent permeating the room – a nostalgic remembrance of countless previous councils. It was a reminder of the legacy we carried, the battles fought, and the battles to come."Na zdorovie," Nikolai said, raising his glass. It was a simple toast, yet it held the weight of our collective determination. He downed his drink in one smooth gulp, the gr

Aria."And they lived happily ever after," I sighed out the end of Beauty and the Beast for the second time that night. My eyelids were drooping, and I was relieved to see Mila's were finally fluttering closed. Max was already snoozing, a puddle of warmth against my thigh.I reached out, tucking a stray curl behind Mila's ear. She looked so peaceful in sleep, a sharp contrast to the turmoil I knew was stirring within her. The same turmoil I remembered all too well from my own childhood after losing my parents.Once I was sure they were both deep in dreamland, I rose, my gaze lingering on their innocent faces a moment longer before I silently treaded my way out of her room, a wave of fatigue washing over me.But as I passed by Axel's door, my heart thumped wildly in my chest. The door was closed, and the room behind it was silent, but I couldn't help the sudden flash of memories. His hot touch, his rough kisses, the way he took me in his bed… It was imprinted in my memory. My cheeks fl