In Bed With Her Shithead Boss (By Ellie Wynters) novel Chapter 91

Chapter 91

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Blair leaned back in her office chair, rubbing her temples as she tried to focus on the reports in front of her. She’d been at it for hours, and the numbers were starting to blur together. Taking over her parents‘ company had been challenging but rewarding, and three months into her role as CEO, she was finally finding her feet.

Her phone buzzed with a text from Roman: Dinner tonight at 8. Don’t be late. I have news.

Blair smiled, typing back: Intriguing. Should I be worried?

His response came immediately: Only if you’re worried about how much I’m going to make you enjoy yourself afterward.

Heat crept up her neck as she read his message. Three months of marriage, and Roman still had the ability to make her

ush with just a few words.

Grinning.

Promises, promises, she texted back.

Setting her phone aside, Blair returned to the reports, but found her concentration slipping again. She’d been feeling off for the past few days… tired, slightly, and inexplicably emotional over the smallest things.

Probably just stress, she told herself. Running this business even with Roman’s help and excellent management teams was no small ask.

Her office phone buzzed. “Mrs. Kingston, your 2 o’clock is here,” her assistant let her know.

“Send them in, Rebecca,” Blair replied.

The meeting with potential designers went well, but Blair found herself fighting a wave of nausea halfway through. She managed to maintain her composure, impressing the young group of designers with her vision for Warner Industries‘ future, but the moment they left, she slumped in her chair, feeling exhausted.

“You okay, boss?” Rebecca asked as she stood in the doorway. “You look a little pale.”

“Just tired,” Blair assured her. “I might head out early today.”

Rebecca raised an eyebrow… Her had never left early before but nodded. “Your calendar is clear for the rest of the afternoon. Want me to call your car?”

“That would be great, thanks.”

As she packed up her things, Blair’s phone buzzed with a text from Sutton: Baby’s officially one week overdue. If this child doesn’t make an appearance soon, I’m not sure if my belly will stretch anymore.

Blair laughed, texting back: Stubborn like its mother. Hang in there. I’m here if you need me.

On the ride home, Blair found herself thinking about babies. Sutton was about to become a mother, and though the situation with Luca remained complicated, they had reached a place of cautious friendship, bound by their shared excitement for their child.

Blair had always wanted children, had always imagined herself as a mother someday. She and Roman hadn’t discussed timing specifically, but they both knew it was part of their future plans. They hadn’t always use a condom. Sometimes Roman used ones for entertainment purposes.

As the car pulled up to their home, Blair was hit with another wave of nausea. She barely made it inside before rushing to the nearest bathroom, emptying the contents of her stomach.

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“What the hell?” she muttered, rinsing her mouth afterward. Maybe she was coming down with something.

She changed into comfortable clothes and curled up on the sofa, intending to rest for just a few minutes. When she next opened her eyes, the room was dark, and Roman was gently shaking her awake.

“Blair? Sleeping beauty? It’s almost eight.”

She blinked groggily, disoriented. “I fell asleep?”

Roman’s brow furrowed with concern as he sat beside her. “Rebecca said you weren’t feeling well. What’s going on?”

“Just tired,” Blair said, sitting up slowly. “And a little nauseous. I think I might be coming down with something.”

Roman pressed a hand to her forehead. “No fever. Have you eaten today?”

Blair thought back. “Breakfast. I skipped lunch–the young designers‘ meeting ran long.”

“That could be it,” Roman said, though he didn’t look entirely convinced. “Why don’t you freshen up while I order dinner in? I don’t think you’re up for going out tonight.”

Blair nodded gratefully. “What was your news?”

A smile tugged at Roman’s lips. “It can wait until you’re feeling better.”

She wanted to press him, but another wave of nausea hit, sending her scrambling to the bathroom again. This time, there was nothing left to throw up, leaving her dry heaving painfully over the toilet.

Roman appeared in the doorway, his expression now openly worried. “That’s it. I’m calling Dr. Meyers.”

“It’s probably just a bug,” Blair protested weakly.

“Humor me,” Roman said, already dialing.

After a brief conversation with his doctor, Roman hung up, looking slightly calmer. “He says it could be a virus, but he wants to see you tomorrow morning. Until then, clear liquids, rest, and call him if your symptoms worsen.”

Blair nodded, too tired to argue. She brushed her teeth and allowed Roman to help her back to bed, grateful for his steady

presence.

As she sipped the ginger ale he brought her, Blair watched Roman move around the bedroom, removing his tie and changing into more comfortable clothes. She loved these quiet domestic moments… the simple rhythm of life together.

“So what was your news?” she asked again.

Roman sat on the edge of the bed, taking her hand. “I found out who leaked that story about Peter’s arrest and how Blair and her sisters had wrestled control from their uncle.”

Blair groaned. A week after their wedding, a sensationalized version of the events surrounding Peter’s arrest had appeared in a gossip magazine. While most of the details were wrong, it had caused a stir and led to several unwelcome paparazzi

encounters.

“Who was it?” she asked.

“Jessica,” Roman said, his jaw tightening. “She sold the story for fifty thousand dollars.”

“Of course she did,” Blair sighed. “What happens now?”

“Nothing,” Roman replied, surprising her. “The story’s already out there, and taking legal action would just drag it all back into the spotlight. Besides, the article made you look like a hero–outwitting a murderer, reuniting with your true love. If

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anything, it’s boosted your public image. I don’t think it came out the way she hoped.”

Blair laughed weakly. “My public image. God, that’s weird to think about.”

Roman smiled, stroking her hair. “Get used to it, Mrs. Kingston. You’re a power player now.”

Despite her nausea, Blair felt a rush of pride. She had come so far from the uncertain woman who had walked in on her fiancé cheating just a few months ago. Now she was CEO of her family’s company, married to the man she loved, building the life she wanted.

“What are you thinking about?” Roman asked, noticing her pensive expression.

“Just… how much has changed? How lucky I am, despite everything.”

Roman pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’m the lucky one.”

They spent the evening quietly, Roman working on his laptop beside her in bed while Blair drifted in and out of sleep. When she woke the next morning, the nausea hit her immediately, sending her rushing to the bathroom once more.

Roman was right behind her, holding her hair back as she retched. “That’s it,” he said firmly. “We’re seeing Dr. Meyers first thing.”

Too miserable to argue, Blair nodded.

Dr. Meyers‘ office was mercifully quiet when they arrived an hour later. The doctor, a kind man in his fifties who had been the Kingston family physician for years, examined Blair thoroughly before sitting back with a thoughtful expression.

“Well, Mrs. Kingston, your symptoms could certainly be a virus, but there’s another possibility we should consider,” he said. carefully. “When was your last menstrual period?”

Blair blinked, caught off guard by the question. She tried to remember, then frowned. “I… I’m not sure. Things have been so hectic with the wedding and work. Maybe… six weeks ago? No, longer.”

Dr. Meyers nodded. “I’d like to run a simple test, if you don’t mind.”

Twenty minutes later, Blair sat in stunned silence as Dr. Meyers confirmed what she now realized should have been obvious: she was pregnant.

“Based on your symptoms and timing, I’d estimate you’re about eleven to twelve weeks along,” he said, smiling warmly. “Congratulations to you both.”

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