All Chapters of She's My New Boss : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12.— Once upon a time there was a hot situation…Dear reader, how many years in prison would I get if I put a laxative in that infernal woman's coffee? — Miss Fernandes? — she exclaimed, unnerved, snapping her fingers in front of my face, snapping me out of my dark desires. — Should I get the coffee for myself and my guest?Maybe the laxative wasn't such a bad idea. The problem is that the unfortunate woman would know on the spot that the act was mine.— Obviously not. — I hasten to rebut. — After all, it would be too much trouble for you to go to your private pantry and get two coffees. — I muttered bitterly, blinking my falsely innocent eyes.Veronica raised both eyebrows, recognizing my daily irony, and leaned across the table, her face close to mine. My God! Inevitably, I felt my breath catch in my throat, but I would never lose my balance and allow her to see how she still had the power to mess with my structures.— In fact, today I woke up wanting a traditional coffee

Chapter 14.— Once upon a time there was a wounded heart…— I thought you quit smoking, Bella. — I whispered, after sitting down in the empty space beside her on a small bench that stood on the balcony of the living room. — The night is beautiful. — I completed with a whisper, losing myself in the sky.When Arabella's parents had given her the apartment as a graduation present from high school and also for the 100% free scholarship she had won to attend medical school, my friend had chosen a quieter, more familiar neighborhood, far enough away from the countless Miami skyscrapers. At the time, she told me that she would like to see the night sky painted with the stars and the moon whenever possible. And that night, the scene above our heads was exactly as she liked it so much.— And I stopped… I just need to relax a little… — Her voice sounded low and thoughtful, after a few seconds of silence between us. — And Catharina? Is she still awake?I laughed softly. Finally, Arabella put out

Chapter 16. — Once upon a time, there was a feeling that could not be called jealousy… If there was one thing that was moving me at that moment, it was anger. Ah, My Lady of the Unlucky! There was another feeling lurking around, but I vehemently refused to give in and accept that I was jealous. Rebecca Turner and the demon in high heels had not yet left the office of the being who paid my salary. And the fact that it was almost five o'clock in the afternoon further increased my hatred for myself and half the world. No, obviously it was not jealousy, but the beginning of a heart attack or something. 16: 45. Seeing the time stamp in the bottom corner of the computer was as if something had lit up inside me, at the same time making me almost bury my fingertips in the keyboard as I furiously typed the last report of the day. No, I was not biting with hatred for that tall, blond, hot pest who has fingers and a tongue that should be considered world heritage! I was just curious to know

Chapter 18.— Once upon a time, the newest flagrant…By Veronica Vacchiano.In the dim light that the flashlight of my cell phone offered within the median space, I watched with a certain nervousness and expectation his next steps. I narrowed my eyes a little and let the device slip through my fingers without realizing it. Carina dropped her belongings, which fell to the floor with a slightly louder noise than usual, and took short, decisive steps toward me. She stopped and stood with her body almost touching mine, without looking away at any moment.What a hot and wonderful woman!A mischievous, sensual smile broke out on those plump, naturally red lips, which I was so eager to take and savor once more. How could someone so stubborn, sharp-tongued, and with a debauched sense of humor be so beautiful, hot, and extremely attractive? This was a question I asked myself every day when she came to mind, although the answer was too obvious just by looking at her. Seeming to know exactly wha

Chapter 20.— once upon a time there was a meeting….Aaron Lefrebvre, the 33-year-old French heir, and his team arrived half an hour later. After formal greetings and a few not-so-discreet glances in Veronica's direction, as well as mine and Lora's, everyone sat down and another hellish meeting of the week began. Fortunately, it would be the last one of the day, although it was apparently more complicated and stressful than the others.There was still time to drop everything and go sell my art on the beach, right?— Why should we do business with P. & G. Vacchiano Construction when the competition is offering me almost the same service for much less? — finally asked the French heir, when both parties had already discussed some of the same points more than three times. I could only blink and wish internally that the meeting would end soon. — Could you tell me the reason, Miss Fernandes?