Seduced by my Bosses

Ivy’s POVI instantly fell in love with my bosses the first time I saw them.I mean, who wouldn’t? They were ridiculously handsome, sharply dressed, and oozed the confidence that made you forget how to breathe. They were billionaire twin brothers: Alex and Asher Anderson, the ruthless young tech gurus tearing Wall Street apart one deal at a time.So yeah, I was thrilled to be hired as their executive personal assistant.That is, until I actually met them.I realized they were complete jerks the second I walked into their office. Arrogant. Cold. Insufferably demanding. They made me question all my life choices. I should’ve quit, but the paycheck? Too damn good.Now, two years later, I’ve grown used to them and learned their routines, moods, and tempers. I've adapted and survived.But this morning, everything changed.An email was sent to everyone at the company: Due to a contagious flu spreading through the office, all employees will work remotely until further notice.At first, I

I don’t know how long we lay there—our bodies tangled, skin slick with sweat, hearts still catching up to what had just happened. Eventually, I stirred, my limbs heavy but my mind swimming in a haze of satisfaction. Asher brushed his fingers down my spine lazily. “You okay, beautiful?” I nodded, cheek resting against his chest. “I feel like I just got hit by a very sexy truck.” Alex laughed low and deep beside me. “We’ll take that as a compliment.” “Definitely was,” I murmured, eyes drifting closed again. But before I could fall back into that warm, sated haze, Asher sat up and stretched, every muscle rippling like a sin. “As much as I’d love to keep lying here, I think we need to cool off before round two.” “Cool off?” I asked, my voice sleepy. Alex stood too, bending to kiss my temple. “Pool’s heated. Come swim with us.” “You want to swim now?” I asked, blinking up at them. “After… all that?” Asher smirked and offered me his hand. “Trust me. You’ll like it. It will release

Sally’s POV I’m in pure, aching lust with my boss—Luke Hudson. Tall, broad-shouldered, and oozing raw masculine power. Every time he walks into the office, it’s like the air changes. My breath catches. My thighs clench. He’s the kind of man who doesn’t just command attention—he devours it. Hot. Dominant. Completely irresistible. But I know his type. I’ve seen the women on his arm—flawless, leggy blondes with model figures and polished grins. I’m not that. I’m average height, with curves that refuse to be tamed and breasts too full for most of my blouses. So I stay silent. I pretend not to care. Instead, I come home, peel off my clothes, and lie in bed with one hand between my thighs and the other gripping a toy—pretending it’s him. I close my eyes and imagine his voice growling my name, his mouth on my skin, his fingers replacing mine. I thrust, moan, and shudder, chasing the orgasm like it’s his mouth driving me over the edge. I know it’s wrong. But in the dark, with my fantas

Sofia’s POV“I finally did it—I took my nudes,” I said, the words leaving my lips with a mixture of pride and disbelief. My voice trembled slightly, but my smile was genuine.Anna and I had started this self-love journey a few months ago after a particularly emotional therapy session. We were both tired of feeling like strangers in our own skin, constantly shrinking ourselves to fit into the world’s expectations. Our therapist had suggested something radical—or at least it felt that way at the time: take naked pictures of ourselves. Not for anyone else. Not for validation. Just for us. To reclaim what had always been ours.At first, I thought it was a joke. I scoffed, rolled my eyes, and made a sarcastic comment about how I wasn’t Kim Kardashian. But deep down, the idea stuck with me. It lingered, poking at my insecurities and challenging them. Every time I stood in front of the mirror, I imagined what it would feel like to look at myself through a lens not tainted by shame or compari

Monday morning.I walked into the office with a little more bounce in my step than usual, coffee in hand, hair actually cooperating for once, and a quiet, lingering glow on my skin. I guess self-love does that to you.This weekend had been surprisingly… empowering. I kept going back to those photos I’d taken. Not to critique, not to judge—but to admire. I finally felt like I owned my body again. Like I could take up space without apologizing for it.It was a refreshing feeling.I didn’t even flinch when I walked past reception and headed for the elevator. Normally, I’d panic about seeing Lucas—worry about whether my blouse was wrinkled or if I’d remembered to put on enough lip balm. But today?I felt unshakable.When I stepped into the elevator, I caught my reflection in the metal walls. Subtle makeup, soft pink lipstick, my cream blouse tucked neatly into a navy skirt. Professional, but… confident. I liked how I looked. I liked how I felt.The doors opened on the 17th floor, and I ma