Beneath Her Bastard Boss

They didn’t say another word until they reached the car. Not a single one.

The second the doors closed and the tinted glass sealed them inside, Blair finally exhaled, slumping back in her seat like the tension had been the only thing holding her upright the entire time.

Roman slid in beside her and didn’t speak right away. He just looked at her, his expression unreadable. Half awe. Half… something else. Something darker, heavier, and far more dangerous.

“That was…” he finally said, voice low, “…unexpectedly savage.”

Blair let out a breathy laugh, rubbing a hand over her face. “I think I blacked out somewhere between the unicorns and the dick size.”

Keira, from the back seat, hooted. “You murdered him. Like, socially. He might never get hard again. Blair, I feel like kneeling at your feet. It took everything in me not to start cheering.”

“I’m proud of you,” Sutton added. “Also slightly afraid.”

“I don’t even know what came over me,” Blair muttered. Normally, it would’ve been Keira who couldn’t control her tongue, not her. That had always been Keira’s role–until Blair got drunk in Roman’s office. That had seemed to change everything.

Roman leaned in, brushing a kiss against her temple, his voice like velvet. “Whatever it was… I liked it.”

He made sure the second SUV was ready to follow before finally buckling his seatbelt and pulling away from the house.

Which reminded Blair of something she’d meant to ask. “I forgot to ask–last time we were here, you looked at a house. Did you end up buying it?”

Roman shot her a glance before returning his attention to the road. “I’m still thinking about it.”

Blair stared out the window, her hand still laced tightly with his. Her pulse hadn’t quite settled. How would she feel about living here–so close to all this history–after everything that had happened? Dan and Laura. The confrontation. The entire town now buzzing with her name.

But what did she have to be embarrassed about?

Roman was the better man in every way that mattered. So if this place became their home one day–so be it.

Aunt Viv would be absolutely fuming by now. And for once, Blair realized she didn’t care. Sutton and Keira probably didn’t either.

She wasn’t trembling anymore. Not exactly. But the buzz under her skin hadn’t stopped.

Keira radiated smug energy from the backseat, like she’d just witnessed a live–action revenge fantasy come to life. Sutton sat in silence, quiet but thoughtful. They had just burned whatever was left of the bridges with their extended family–but they still had each other. That was all that mattered now.

Roman drove one–handed, the other wrapped firmly around Blair’s fingers. His thumb stroked hers in slow, grounding movements, anchoring her in a way that nothing else could. He hadn’t said a word the entire ride while she silently replayed everything in her mind.

Finally, ten minutes out from the estate, he broke the silence.

good now?

slightly, blinking. He knew her so well. Knew she needed to mentally sort things out before

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Chapter 60

“I didn’t…

to say again, that was the most satisfying public execution I’ve ever

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snorted from the back. “I mean, you told him his balls were so small Laura had to carry them for him. That was art.

Mum and

Com folled

Scr in their

MEETOWN actually

laugh, part breathless disbelief.

Roman confirmed, glancing over at her. His eyes softened. “And you meant

nodded, but a strange tightness still sat in her chest. none

weren’t,” Roman said simply.

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couldn’t hold it in anymore. She acted like

”

walked away.”

when you said she settled for a cheater? I nearly pissed myself. Her face?

will. Probably already posting some bullshit about ungrateful cousins and

her hand tightened. “Let

until they pulled up to the estate. Ethan was already stepping out of the second SUV, doing a sweep of the area. The moment Roman climbed out, he was at

didn’t linger–they each kissed Blair goodbye before heading off,

Blair kicked off her

the entry table. All she wanted was to disappear

she could handle. Melt the leftover rage out of her

Roman’s voice stopped

“Blair.”

turned. Caught the sharpness in his

“Yeah?”