Married To My Arrogant Boss

The sound of alarm blared in the small, bright room occupied by a young woman. She turned and dropped her brush on the table before walking over to her bed to turn the alarm off. Jane was less enthusiastic about the new day, she had woken up earlier than her alarm and rushed to get ready for work. The whole office had been preparing for this day because apparently, the boss was back in town. The workload from previous days was weighing heavily on her shoulders and she quietly cursed this boss of hers. Jane was still new to West&Co, having started work just a few months ago. She had never met her boss, but stories from her coworkers already fostered a strong dislike towards him. They had talked about how he was precise with everything, and the extra work that had to be done for his arrival. Letting out an exhausted sigh, she sat down on her dresser chair and combed her hair before putting it in a tight bun. She stared at herself in the mirror and forced a tight lipped smile.

Jane clutched her black purse as she tried to control her breathing. She sat in the back seat of the taxi she had booked, which headed towards the party venue. After a few minutes, the driver announced that they had reached their destination, she got down and the taxi drove away. She looked up and gazed at the imposing, grand building in front of her. Jane gasped, she knew her father must’ve sold her to some wealthy family, but she had no idea how rich they might be. This increased the fear that she was being married off to some pot bellied old man who played poker and bet in underground bars just like her father and Jane felt a chill run through her spine. She walked up to the security post and showed them the invitation her father had sent her. The guards opened the gates, granting her entry. The yard was huge, showcasing immaculately manicured lawns, complemented by the grand building and perfectly laid stone pathways. She strolled quietly, taking in the breathtaking surround

Three days had passed and Jane found herself in front of a long length mirror as she admired the white wedding dress which fitted snugly around her torso and flowed down elegantly. The dress was stunning and even though she had zero input in how the dress turned out, Jane was hardly disappointed. Her father stood behind her, holding a cigarette in his hand. He discarded it on the floor and approached her. “I’m sure you’re gonna be happy kiddo. They’ll treat ya well,” he said, feeling no remorse for the position he had put her in. Jane completely ignored her father as she stared at her figure, her anxiety and anger building up. “Come on, let’s go,” he said, holding out his hands towards her. Jane disregarded this gesture and turned to walk towards the large hall where all the guests waited eagerly, still not saying a word to her father. The doors opened and a tune filled the room as her father led her down the aisle towards her doom. Liam stood at the altar, clad in a tailo

“And who the hell do you think you are?” the woman snarled, her eyes fixed on Jane. “Fiona,” Liam said, grabbing her waist. He gave her a peck on the cheek before turning to Jane and saying, “Give us a moment, Fiona.” Liam released Fiona’s waist and strode towards Jane, grasping her wrist and pulling her aside. “I had forgotten to mention that my girlfriend, Fiona Cross would be joining us. I expect you to treat her with respect and keep your distance,” Liam warned, his frown deepening as he ran his hands through his disheveled hair. Jane let out a disbelieving sigh before speaking up, “I can’t believe you Liam. I am married to you. As fake as our marriage may be, I didn’t expect you to bring your girlfriend here and jeopardize our entire arrangement. We’re supposed to pretend to be a happy couple, how would that happen when you have her in your arms,” Jane replied, her frustration palpable. Tolerating Liam was one thing, but his girlfriend and family were a different story alt

The air around them seemed to freeze, and Liam stood stoic, holding Jane with wide eyes. As her soft lips moved against his, he felt himself draw closer to her, holding his breath, unsure how to react. Without thinking, his free hands found its way into her hair, pulling her face closer, and he tasted the wine and hint of mint in her mouth, which seemed to intoxicate him too. “Liam?” Fiona's voice called out, snapping him back to reality. In shock, he dropped Jane, and she fell onto her buttocks.“Ouch,” Jane cried in pain, trying to shift to the side as she rubbed her sore buttocks. “What are you doing, Liam?” Fiona demanded harshly, glaring at him.“My family is still around, Fiona,” Liam replied with a frown on his face. A convenient excuse… for now. Bending, he scooped up Jane, cradling her in his arms before approaching Fiona. “You need to rest, Fiona. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Liam said. Without waiting for a response, he turned and walked up the stairs, holding a dizzy a