All Chapters of My Nightmare Boss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Nia's POV The world hasn't been unfair to me but it wasn't exactly fair either. I graduated college after years of brutally fighting against myself and my parents to ensure that I could do as they liked but also pursue my own happiness and today it would all be worth it. "Nia, could you hurry your ass up you're gonna be late. Also, we're out of milk could you pick some up on your way back,” my best friend called from outside my room of the apartment we shared together. Her name is Claire and her attitude isn't like her name, it's dark and cloudy. The opposite of me. "I'm almost done" I said walking out of my room. I have an interview today at one of the most well-known companies in the fashion industry. This was my dream job but not my parents'. As I've said before I've had to fight against them to study fashion while studying business as they pleased. "How do I look?" I asked walking out of the room to stand in front of Claire to get her opinion on my outfit after all who el

Nia's POV "Take them off." I choked on my saliva and became a coughing mess. I was sure I heard him wrong. What boss would say that to their employee on their first day? My boss of course was not normal so those words could have been exactly what was said. "I'm sorry sir I don't think I heard you correctly. Did you ask me to take my clothes off?" I asked hoping I heard him wrong. "That is what I said. The smell gives me a headache and you being this close to me isn't making it better so take your clothes off." he replied. "I'm sorry sir but I can't take my clothes off I didn't bring a change of clothes, so I have nothing to wear if I take this off." I tried to reason. He looked at me and walked away towards one of the doors on the right of the office next to the huge sofa and opened it before bringing out this beautiful dress. So, it was a closet. It was black fitted dress and with white stripes going vertically and short sleeves and a bateau neckline. It wasn't s

Nia's POVWho drew who now? There aren't many things I'm sure of, but one is that Mr. Andrews does not think of me outside of work unless it's planning new ways to torture me. So, I'm sure that I heard David wrong. Mr. Andrews shouldn't have any problem denying and telling him to shut up and stop talking nonsense so why is he sitting there wide eyed like a deer caught in headlights? "For real she's the spitting image of the drawing." Darion piped up agreeing. "Both of you shut up she's not the one from my drawing." Mr. Andrews said glaring them both down. I could see them visibly gulp. "Now that I'm looking closely, she really does look different." David squeaked out. Weird. I decided not to pay attention to it and continue with my work and serving Mr. Andrews. After all there is no reason for my boss to be dreaming about me or drawing me. Like I've said before he has plenty of options and he's made it clear I'm not one. "Time for both of you to find something to do with you

Nia's POV I don't know why I said that.Truth; I don't want to like my boss. It does me no good and will just cause a lot of hurt. I will have to see him bringing in a new woman make me feel like hell. I don't want to feel this.So being away from him could help make this better and easier."Away from me? Is that suppose to make sense?" he questioned with that brow raised.I looked at him baffled. I know I spoke English so I am certain that he understood me. So yes, it was suppose to make sense. A great deal of sense at that."Yes. Your presence is something I want to avoid." I retorted. "That's pretty ungrateful Ms. Richardson." he smirked looking me."Ungrateful?" I questioned?He looked at me and nodded. His height making me feel small in front of him. Can't he stoop down a bit so I can focus instead of standing there looking at me like that. Like a lion knowing he got his prey cornered. And I'm not making it any better because I know I look just like a prey and I would be surpris

Nia's POV My feet are the most confusing thing on the planet. They don't move when I need them to but proceed to turn into the flash the second I need them to stay firm. I did not want to enter that office. I shouldn't have entered the office. I shouldn't have wanted to enter the office despite my fear. Yet here I was clearly making my way into the office. I heard the door shut behind me, it wasn't loud yet the sound made me jump out of fright. I wanted to get this over with and move on. I know I would feel the embarrassment for at least a week and then finally be able to look him in the eyes. But that thought did nothing to calm down my flaring nerves that were slowly becoming overwhelmed by the constant arguing in my mind that told me to run and stay. It's like having an angel and a devil on my shoulder but neither of them liked me. I slowly turned around to look at my smirking boss and knew that he was enjoying my discomfort. Jerk face. Childish I know but it had to be sa