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

161 Chapters

“New Job, New Money… and a New Man?”

"Cheers to you finally getting a job," said Sophie, my bestie, raising her glass like we just won the damn lottery.I laughed, clinking my drink against hers. "I know, right? It's been a long time coming. I was starting to think the universe blacklisted me.""Girl, you manifested that shit. New job, new money, and maybe, a new man?" She wiggled her brows suggestively.I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of my drink. "Let’s just start with the job. One miracle at a time."We were at Club Vibe, the kind of place where the lights are low, the music’s high, and the drinks come in colors that shouldn’t exist. I was just supposed to have one cocktail to celebrate my new job at Steele Empire. One became three, and by the fourth, I was no longer just tipsy, I was full-on sexy-confident."Come on! Let’s dance," Sophie shouted over the music, already pulling me toward the dance floor.And that’s when I let loose. No, scratch that, I unleashed.Short black dress. High heels. Curves for days. I didn’t

Strictly Business, Bitter Truth

I walked behind him with caution while he directed me to his office. He walked with sure grace and elegance, it was so hot. I just stood still by the door hoping the floor would literally swallow me whole. I was too lost in my thought that I didn’t realize he asked me a question.“Are you going to sit or do you like standing?” he said.I blinked twice, debating if I should just say screw it and make a run for it but I needed the money! I pouted in my head. So I summoned all the courage my short self could get and walked straight to sit while avoiding his eyes.“Now, can we get down to business? Because time to me is money, and you, my dear, just wasted it by being in your fantasy world.” I tried to talk, but I had nothing to say, so instead I sat upright.“You’ve been hired to be my secretary,” he said.The air in the room shifted. My chest tightened.This was it. No friendly banter, no mention of last night. Just business.But I couldn’t pretend like it never happened. Not when it wa

If He Wants Cold, I’ll Be Ice

By lunch, My fingers were stiff from typing and my chest ached from pretending. The office buzzed with movement, employees bustling past my desk with files, coffee, and small talk.Nobody looked at me funny.Which meant he hadn’t said a word about what happened between us.I should’ve been relieved.Instead, it felt like a blade twisting just a little deeper.The reports in my hands trembled slightly as i stepped into his office. He didn’t look up from his screen. Didn’t even acknowledge me. Didn’t even glance.Just held out a hand like i was any other secretary. Like he hadn’t once kissed me like i was air.I placed the file in his palm and turned to leave, My throat got dry.But then his voice cut through the silence.“That’ll be all.”That was it?No acknowledgment? No… nothing?I froze for a breath, lips parting, a million unsaid things pressing against the inside of my mouth. But I swallowed them down like old coffee.Instead, i nodded once and walked out with my chin up, resisti

A Woman I Told Was A Mistake

“Telling her it was a mistake is the right thing to do, I can’t afford for anything more to happen between us.” I said in my head standing up to stare at my window, that seems to be my safe space. Helps me with thinking straight.I thought it was going to be like every other one night stand but it wasn’t.It was way more than that.Every thrust I made connected me with her.Her every moan are stucked deep in my head and they keep playing like a sweet sensual record label. And I loved it. I allowed myself to feel that even if it’s just for a moment. Just for a night. That was all it was meant to be. I never thought of seeing her ever again especially not as my secretary but I guess the universe has a way of messing with me.Every other woman I’ve slept with, I don’t mind seeing them cause it’s easy to deny them or threaten them off my back. But this woman who just walked out of my office as my secretary I definitely didn’t want to see her again. I wanted to erase everything about her a

HE HAS A FREAKING FIANCEE!!!!!!!!

Three weeks.That’s how long it’s been since the night with Dominic Steele, the night that changed everything and, apparently, meant nothing. Three whole weeks of avoiding eye contact, keeping conversations clipped and strictly professional, and pretending like I didn’t still dream about the way his voice made goosebumps rise on my skin. You know, normal post almost affair with your boss behavior.The nausea started last week.I pushed my favorite takeout away from me like it had personally offended me, and don’t even get me started on the fatigue. If naps were a sport, I’d be a world champion with five gold medals. At first, I chalked it up to stress, but deep down, my womanly sixth sense started whispering something I wasn’t quite ready to listen to.Now here I am, on my lunch break, picking at a salad I normally love while having a venting session with my bestie, Sophie, on the phone.“Girl, I swear to God, if he breathes near me again, I might just shove a stapler up his fancy Ita

Dominic Steele Pov

Shit.I didn’t plan for Emily to see that. If Sabrina hadn’t flung herself at me like a hormonal mosquito, this entire mess could have been avoided. But no, of course she had to pounce on me right in the middle of the office like we were on a damn soap opera.And just my luck, Emily saw it.The memory of her walking away with that sass in her step, her chin lifted like the queen she is, slams back into my brain like a car crash. No drama. No shouting. Just a cold, heartbreaking look that said, “I already know.”I swear, if Sabrina wasn’t already on my nerves, I would’ve applauded Emily’s grand exit. Emily might not say much, but her silence screams louder than words. I know she was hurt. And dammit, that’s the last thing I ever wanted to do.I turned my attention back to Sabrina, who was still lounging in my office like she owned the place, batting her fake lashes at me like that would somehow erase the disaster she just caused.“This should be the very last time you try to kiss or be

Dinner In The Mansion Full Of Lies

The steam blanketed the bathroom, thick and suffocating, curling around my body like a lover I couldn’t shake.The mirror was useless, fogged up and dripping, but I didn’t need to see myself. I could see her just fine.Emily.Fuck.I clenched my jaw and let the scalding water pour over my back. It didn’t help. Nothing helped. My cock was already hard, aching, twitching with the same goddamn need that had plagued me every fucking day since she walked into my office.In that tight pencil skirt. Hair pinned up. Red lips that screamed sin.My fucking secretary.The same girl I’d had a one-night stand with… before I knew who she was.And now?She was right there. Every. Fucking. Day. Clicking around the office in her heels, leaning over my desk with that sweet, fake-innocent smile like she didn’t remember how she rode me until we broke the bed.I groaned low and grabbed my cock, wrapping a firm fist around it. It jerked against my grip, thick and leaking. Precum was already beading at the

Two Pink Positive Lines

POSITIVE!I stared at the stick in my hand like it was a snake about to bite me.Two pink lines.Bold. Clear. Unmistakable.Pregnant.My breath caught in my throat. My fingers trembled as I blinked rapidly, hoping maybe the test would morph into something else. Anything else. But it didn’t. The lines stayed there, staring back at me like a cruel joke the universe thought was funny.“Oh my God,” I whispered, my voice sounding foreign to my ears. “Oh God.”I let out a nervous, dry laugh that held no humor in it. “Like how? Wait… of course I know how.”Another laugh. This time bitter. Hysterical.I pressed my hand to my mouth as the realization sunk in deeper. This wasn’t funny. This wasn’t a dream. This was happening.“Oh God, this isn’t a laughing matter.” My knees buckled, and I slid down the cool tile wall of my bathroom until I was sitting on the floor. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Tears welled up in my eyes as a wave of overwhelming panic crashed over me.“Why?” I whispered, my

Hormones, Heels, and His Highness the Jerk

I rolled out of bed holding my head. “Damn, I’ve got headaches,” I groaned, my voice scratchy like sandpaper rubbing against my throat.Must be all that crying yesterday. God, I cried like a damn baby. Again. I’m such a crybaby. I rolled my eyes and reached for my phone on the nightstand, squinting against the screen’s brightness.“Shit! I’m late for work!” I shouted, almost flinging my phone across the room as I jumped up like I’d been electrocuted. I made a mad dash to the bathroom.“My stupid alarm didn’t wake me up,” I muttered, already pulling my bonnet off. Then I paused, toothbrush halfway to my mouth. “Oh wait. I forgot to set the alarm. Ugh. So dumb.”I looked at myself in the mirror for a second, one hand on my waist, the other stroking my non-existent beard like I was some deep philosopher deciding the fate of the world. “Should I take a shower or not?”I sniffed myself. “Nope. Ain’t got time for that. I’ll just wash my face and brush. Nothing a spritz of Maison Francis Kur

Shopping Spree and My Trash Ex

Saturday mornings were made for quiet. At least, that’s how I’d always pictured them, and this one delivered exactly that. Blissfully quiet. No alarms, no emails, no “urgent” Slack messages from Dominic’s assistant. Just me.I sat by the big living-room window, knees curled to my chest, clutching a warm mug of peppermint tea in my hands. The mug was oversized, with that little crack near the handle, the one that leaked just enough to give it character. My favorite kind of imperfection. Outside, the world was calm. A few birds flitted through the sky as if they had no idea life underneath was a hot mess.Sunlight filtered through pale-gray clouds, briefing the day in soft, forgiving light. My eyes followed the gentle dance of shadows, and I took a deep breath. No deadlines. No threats of workplace drama. Just me, and… what comes next?I trailed my fingers over my still-flat stomach. Not a bump yet, but suddenly everything felt different. I could feel the weight of my decision resting t

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