Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Boss Is My Tormentor: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

ROSE When Ryan left the apartment to go back to his own, leaving me alone, I felt bereft as if something of very significant was taken away from me, but thanks to my best friend, my phone rang and brought me back from the state of melancholy. “Hello.” “Did you forget about our little get together?” Natasha asked me, her voice accusing. “No.” I lied. I totally had forgotten about her with all the things going on. “Liar.” She knew me to well. “So where am I coming? Send me the address.” “Well..” I paused, nervous about telling her. “I’m texting you the address, okay?” “Why can’t you tell me? Are you living somewhere worse than where we lived before?” She sounded worried and I felt like a total ass for hiding it from her. “Oh, no, no.. check the address.” I blurted out, hurriedly, or else she will start reciting the list of safety rules. There was a pause before I heard her shocked gasp and then Natasha stuttered. “What? How? It's fucking one of the high-end residentia

ROSE Michael was really a sweet man, and it didn't hurt that he was equally handsome and sexy. He directed us towards a comfortable booth and assigned a waiter for us. For a while, he spent his time with us and made small talk to the three of us. But more than often I found him looking at me and I wasn’t the only one who noticed that as Monica gave me several side-glances, smirking all the time.When Michael talked to me, I felt seen as unlike just asking about my job, he actually wanted to know more about me. We talked for awhile during which he asked me about my interest, my college, my family. And, in return he told me about his experiences with his club. My phone buzzed and I excused myself to check it. I smiled as I pulled my phone out and found Natasha’s smiling face staring back at me. I answered the call and informed her where to find us. When I turned around, I found Michael standing just behind me and we were almost chest to chest. I laughed as I met his gaze, nervou

RYAN I stalked out of her bedroom slamming the door behind me. I was fuming mad, the image of those two fucking bastards kissing her was playing on a reel in my mind. My body hummed and hands itched to go back there and beat the shit out of the man that I once called a friend. And, to just end the life of the bastard who dared to touch her and kiss her. I had spent fifty crores on her but I know that she was much more worth than the total money owned by every fucking man on the earth. For me she was becoming an only one, and that terrified me to no end. As I stood their in front of the floor to ceiling windows, fuming with anger, my body and my mind still screamed at me to lock her down so no one will be able to look and touch her. I was so fucking hard that my cock was on the verge of breaking through the zipper of my pants. Seeing her without panties, all that bare, softest and pinkest pussy I had every seen on display for me, had me on the verge of slamming into her without

RYAN I never thought that the day would come when I would chase a woman. But here I was trying to control the urge to destroy everything in my way as I stood there, breathing hard, in the lobby of the apartment building. My heart was beating too fast, my hands were itching to do something and my leg tapped a rhythm on the floor as I looked for her. But she was not here. One of the two men I had hired came back from outside, shaking his head he said, “Sorry sir, there is no sign of Miss Kapoor. No one has seen her.” “Maybe you should let her be. Give her some space,” Gavin said from behind me. But I shot a look in his direction, I knew what he was saying and I understood it. She obviously needed sometime but the situation with her so-called brother was not good. I didn’t want to take any chances when that bastard was on the loose. There was this nagging feeling inside me that demanded to know where she was and how she was, if she was okay or not. The other shorter and bulky

RYAN Michael was driving the car while I sat on the passenger seat, in front of us there was another van with tinted windows in which Michael's security guys were. We were following the tracker when the call came from Rose's cell phone. I quickly tapped the accept button thinking maybe she’d escaped somehow and was trying to reach me, but the voice of the man on the other side crushed down that hope like a bug under the shoe. “Where is she?” I barked into the phone. “Where she's meant to be, white boy.” The man replied, chuckling. My jaw ached because of how tightly it was clamped, I said through gritted teeth, “I’ll fucking tear you apart if you even touched a hair on her head.” The man laughed loudly this time as he said, “No, man, we didn't get money to put our hands on her, not that it'd be hard considering her smooth white skin…” “I will kill you!!” I bellowed, my hands curling into fists as I smashed one into the dashboard. “We aren't even doing anything,” I