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My Love, My Boss

My Love, My Boss

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last updateLast Updated : 2026-02-24
By:  SAB STORIESOngoing
Language: English
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First-Person POV

Steamy

Fast-Paced Plot

CEO

Hate to Love

Affair

Office Relationship

She entered his office looking for a future but left his bed with a past she couldn’t forget. When Raina takes an internship at one of the city’s most powerful corporations, she expects nothing more than a paycheck to fund her dreams. But then she meets him—Cazien Wolfe. CEO. Enigma. Dangerous in ways no contract could warn her about. He’s brilliant but broken, a man stitched together by ambition and haunted medication. She’s guarded but desperate, a woman with a silent past and a heart too soft for her own good. One night. One mistake. One kiss that wasn’t supposed to happen—followed by a moment so intimate it feels imagined. But when Raina sees something she was never meant to witness—a truth about Cazien that cuts deeper than betrayal—her world spins off its axis. What begins as a story of slow attraction spirals into obsession, secrets, and scars neither of them are prepared to reveal. But desire doesn’t wait for permission. And some sins… beg to be repeated. This is not a love story. It’s a war between hearts, and only the broken survive.

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51 Chapters
The Shot
The first time I met him, I didn't know he was my boss. But I knew, with the particular certainty of someone who has spent her entire life watching powerful men punish people smaller than themselves, that I wanted to slap him. New York City has a way of turning cruelty into background noise. You learn to tune out the honking horns, the shoulder collisions, the aggressive silences people weaponize on subway platforms. You learn to walk faster, look harder, keep your face neutral and your opinions filed behind your teeth where they belong. You learn this because New York doesn't care what you feel about it. It only cares that you keep moving. I had been learning this lesson for twenty-four years. And then I stopped. It started in the kind of chaos New York makes look perfectly normal — late morning on a Tuesday, already warm for the season, the kind of day where the city smells like concrete and ambition and someone else's expensive coffee. Two taxis sat double-parked in front of Wo
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The Wolves Watch
Sleep, when it finally came, was thin and restless. I lay in my Brooklyn apartment with the city doing what it always did — refusing to be quiet, refusing to be dark, sending the orange glow of streetlights through curtains that had never quite fit the window — and I replayed the day the way you replay something you can't afford to have gone wrong. Scene by scene. Word by word. The scratch of his voice across a street full of strangers. The recognition in his eyes when he walked into that boardroom and found me already there, already accounted for in his ledger of problems. Already counted. That was the thing that kept me from sleeping more than the noise or the light or the anxiety that lived in my chest like a second heartbeat. Not what I'd said on the street. Not even the particular quality of his silence when he decided to look at me and let me feel it. It was the fact that I had expected to walk into Wolfe Industries today as no one. A blank. A name on a list of twelve new inte
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Backlash
Director Carlson was warm in the way that corporate environments occasionally produced by accident — genuinely, functionally warm, with the slightly tired enthusiasm of someone who had been fighting entropy for long enough to have made peace with it. He gave me a full briefing at eleven thirty, which included the existing client relationship history, the brand's previous campaign structures, and a comprehensive explanation of everything that had been tried and hadn't worked. "The client wants to be perceived as innovative," Carlson explained, walking me through slides with the careful attention of someone who actually cared whether I understood the material. "But their current identity is static. Safe. The disconnect between who they want to be and what they're actually projecting — that's the problem we need to solve." "What did the previous teams propose?" "Traditional repositioning. New visuals, updated copy, incremental adjustments to the messaging architecture." He scrolled to
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The Test
The next three days were the kind of work I had been built for. Not because they were easy — they weren't, not remotely. The campaign brief was a tangle of contradictory objectives and brand signals that pointed in six different directions, and the team Carlson assembled to support it had the particular energy of people who had been working without urgency for long enough that urgency now registered as aggression. They were polite about it. That was the specific quality of friction in a place like Wolfe Industries — nobody said the wrong thing directly. They said it sideways, through delayed email responses and meeting invitations that arrived forty minutes before the meeting, through the particular brand of collegial warmth that had a temperature ceiling of about sixty degrees. I was an intern. I had no rank to invoke, no authority to demand anything, no leverage except the quality of what I could put on a page. So that's what I put on the page. I worked in parallel — building the
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Game On
I watched their faces the way I'd been watching faces in this building for weeks. Calibrating. By the second slide: polite attention. By the fourth: something shifted. The body language changed — the particular forward lean of people who have stopped evaluating and started listening, who have moved from their heads into some other part of themselves that responds to the recognition of something real. By the final slide, Harold Vance was no longer leaning back. He was quiet for a moment after the screen went dark. "That's exactly what we've been asking for," he said. And the way he said it — not enthusiastically, not with the performed excitement of someone trying to be encouraging, but with the flat, almost exhausted relief of a man who had stopped believing this meeting was going to deliver anything and had just been proven wrong — was the best feedback I had ever received. There were nods along the executive row. One woman near the middle smiled with the involuntary quality of s
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Well Played
The honest answer was: because I wanted to see who you are when no one is looking at you. The honest answer was: because every time I think I understand what you are in those conference rooms, something like this happens and I realize the version of you I've been studying is the version you want people to study, and I want to know what's underneath it. "Because you always look like you're acting out something," I said instead. "Even when you're being direct. And I wanted to see what you looked like when you weren't." He was still for a long moment. "And?" he said finally. "Like someone who's been carrying something very heavy for a very long time and has decided that the only place to put it down is in this room." The silence that followed was the kind that had weight. Not the constructed silences of our professional exchanges, the deliberate architectural ones we built and navigated in conference rooms and corridors. This one just existed, organic and unmanaged, in a gym with the
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Drill
The distance I'd been maintaining wasn't just professional caution. It was the particular fear of someone who had watched up close what it looked like when a person let themselves want something too much — let themselves need something from a person or a circumstance that had the power to take itself away. I had watched my father do that. I had watched what it cost him. I knew exactly what it looked like. And I knew, with the particular honesty of someone sitting at a desk staring at a bottom drawer that held a silver pen wrapped in white tissue paper, that whatever I was doing in this building with this man, I was already somewhere past the point where distance was a reliable defense. That should have frightened me. It did frighten me. But underneath the fear was something else. Something that felt, if I was going to be honest with myself in the way I was usually too smart to be, like the beginning of something I didn't have a name for yet. I opened the campaign file. Started wo
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The Call
Devlin looked at the moderator. The moderator looked at the figures. The room made the particular sound of over a hundred people being very carefully quiet. At the side wall, Cazien hadn't moved. His arms were still crossed. His face gave away nothing. But I caught his eyes for one second, before I looked away. And in that second, I saw something I hadn't expected. Not approval, exactly. Not even acknowledgment. Something more precise and harder to name — the expression of someone encountering a specific thing they had suspected was present and now had confirmation of. The meeting ended. People clustered and dispersed in the usual patterns. Mira appeared beside me as the room thinned, keeping pace with me as I moved toward the exit. "You are either very brave or very stupid," she said, her voice low and impressed in the specific way of someone who was reserving final judgment. "Probably both." "Devlin is going to hate you." "Devlin was already going to forget I existed." "No
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Track
The cafeteria incident did not disappear the way I hoped it would. That's the problem with confrontations that happen in public spaces in buildings where every social interaction is being constantly evaluated by people whose job it is to evaluate things — they don't evaporate when the moment passes. They live on in the particular charged quality of how people look at you afterward, in the conversations that stop when you enter a room, in the small recalibrations of professional distance that happen without announcement but with immediate effect. By Monday afternoon, the whole floor knew that Cazien Wolfe had walked across the cafeteria to tell me, very publicly, to be careful about who I was seen with. By Tuesday morning, Daniel Cho had started eating lunch at his desk. That should have made me angrier than it did. Instead, it just made me tired. The kind of tired that comes from understanding that you are now operating under a different set of rules than everyone else in your posi
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Breathe
He looked at me for a long moment — longer than was comfortable, longer than was professional, with the specific attention of someone who was deciding something and hadn't decided it yet. Then he walked back to his desk. Opened the bottom drawer. Pulled out a folder and set it on the surface between us. "What is that?" I asked. "Your new assignment." "You already reassigned me." "I changed my mind." I stared at the folder. Didn't touch it yet. "Why?" "Because watching you waste your time in Operations while Devlin buries you in administrative work that a system could do better is a misallocation of resources." He pushed the folder slightly closer. "And because I don't make decisions out of anger. I make them out of strategy. And the strategy here is to put you somewhere you can actually do something useful." I reached for the folder. My fingers brushed the edge of it. His hand was still resting on the other side, close enough that when I pulled the folder toward me, the distanc
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