I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Fiona was filled with anticipation, a bit nervous, a bit frightened.

However, Terrence Sterling did not come any closer, there was no anticipated kiss, just a cold question: “Was it really you that night?”

Terrence Sterling began to doubt Fiona, he tried to approach her, but there was no desire, no recollection of that night’s feeling.

The sudden questioning left Fiona pale.

Opening her eyes, Fiona looked at the cold demeanor of Terrence Sterling in front of her, feeling incredibly vulnerable.

“It… it was me, Mr. Sterling, what’s wrong?” Fiona forced composure, “My resume fell in the room, you found it.”

Terrence Sterling stared coldly at Fiona, gripping her shoulder tightly, “I’ll give you one more chance, be honest, was it you at Grandmere that night?”

“Mr. Sterling, you’re hurting me,” Fiona was shocked and scared, not knowing what she did wrong to make Terrence Sterling suspicious.

But she dared not confess, or else she would lose everything.

Terrence Sterling’s gaze darkened, “Fiona…”

“It was me that night,” Fiona was close to tears, her face turning white, “Mr. Sterling, what’s wrong with you? That night, you hurt me, made me bleed a lot. You said you would take responsibility, it was your responsibility, you brought me to Thornfield Gardens.”

Terrence Sterling tried to recall that night, the woman beneath him did suffer at first, crying and begging, the bedsheet stained with blood.

“Fiona, you better tell the truth, I will have the surveillance footage from Grandmere retrieved,” Terrence Sterling’s tone icy, “If I find out you’re lying, trying to deceive me, I will make you disappear from this world.”

Hearing this, Fiona’s legs weakened, if the surveillance footage was checked, she would be exposed.

“Mr. Sterling, I…” Fiona was terrified, almost about to confess.

But her vanity stopped her, unwilling to lose her luxurious life.

Fiona changed her words, “Mr. Sterling, I didn’t lie to you, how could I deceive you?”

Terrence Sterling released Fiona, inside he hoped it wasn’t her that night, maybe it was Meredith…

Meredith…

Terrence Sterling was surprised by his own thoughts, images of passionately kissing Meredith involuntarily surfaced in his mind, the desire to possess, to make her cry, growing stronger.

It felt the same as that night at Grandmere.

Terrence Sterling felt like he was losing his mind.

Furrowing his brow, he cleared his mind, coldly calling Rick, “Mr. Shepard, go to Grandmere Hotel now, investigate the surveillance footage from a month ago, who left my room that night.”

Initially, he didn’t check the footage because he found a resume in the room with a photo, name, and contact information, so he didn’t need to.

“Yes, Mr. Sterling,” Rick replied over the phone, “I’ll go now, it will take about ten minutes, I’ll update you in fifteen.”

Rick left Thornfield Gardens, driving past Grandmere Hotel on his way home, a ten-minute drive.

Hearing that Terrence Sterling was really going to check the surveillance, Fiona panicked.

This meant she had about fifteen minutes left here, once the truth was revealed, she would be kicked out.

Fiona stood frozen in place, too scared to move or speak, her limbs cold.

Terrence Sterling hung up, his gaze sharp on Fiona, “You have fifteen minutes, if you confess who it was that night, I will overlook it.”

Fiona’s resume appearing in the room had a reason, if she wasn’t the one that night, she must know who it was.All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Fiona hesitated, admitting to deceiving Terrence Sterling could lead to forgiveness, but what about the designer bags, clothes, and the black card?

They would all be gone.

Meredith would become the mistress here, if she got pregnant, Terrence Sterling might make her Mrs. Sterling.

She would always be beneath Meredith, never enough.

No, she wouldn’t lose to Meredith, she wouldn’t let her have what she couldn’t.

Fiona tightly pressed her lips, saying nothing.