All Chapters of One Night With My Boss Billionaire ( English ): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

🔞 READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, SPG ALERT 18+ ABOVE, THIS STORY IS NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS 🔞 --- “Ahhh!!” Astrid moaned softly. She couldn’t stop herself because of the strange sensation she was feeling for the very first time. “Don’t moan too much, lady… ahh, you’re so tight!” Apollo said as he enjoyed a night with the waitress, Astrid. After that exhausted night , the billionaire newcomer to their town and the young waitress both fell into a deep sleep. ....... Morning came, and Astrid suddenly woke up from her slumber. “Sh*t!” she exclaimed. She quickly stood up, and even though her thighs were sore, she forced herself to look for her clothes. “Where’s that d*mn shirt!!” she shouted. When she found it, she immediately grabbed it and put it on. “Astrid!! Where have you been? My God, your moan reached my room, I try to stop you but you wouldn’t stop!” her best friend Jennifer teased. Astrid hurried out and faced her best friend, walking with a limp because of

It was very early when someone knocked on my door so hard it almost broke. I immediately opened my eyes and looked at the clock hanging above the bookshelf. “It's only 5 am,” I muttered. “Who’s that, sis? So noisy!” Adi Complained, so I went to the door and opened it. Standing there was Jenifer. “Hey bestie!! I’ve been here since 3 am!” she said angrily. “You’re too early,” I complained. “What are you saying? The first trip is early, hurry up because we’re leaving!” she said while pushing me. I rushed to change clothes, wearing my expensive outfits, high heels, and putting on heavy makeup. It only took me a few minutes because I needed to look presentable for my first job. I didn’t want my boss to reject me for looking shabby. “Wow Astrid, are we going to America?” Jenifer said sarcastically. “What are you saying? You’re even wearing Chanel. Jen, we need to look presentable for our boss. Of course, we’ll be working in an office, what are you thinking?” I replied, l

I don’t know what we’re feeling right now, Jenifer and I feel so mad of what situation we have right now. I can’t breathe anymore because of the nervousness. “Astrid, right?” said the Mayor. “Y-yea ma’am,” I replied. “No, yes ma’am!!” she shouted. Jenifer giggled because the old lady said the wrong grammar. “What’s laughing, ha!!” she said. We both burst out laughing. When she dragged us inside, she immediately made us sit on the sofa and started interviewing us because she said she would explain what we were supposed to do in this huge house. “You’re so naughty!! You, you!! Ah, just don’t laugh!!” she said angrily. “We’re very sorry ma'am,” I said while laughing and tearing up because of what she said earlier. “You have no manners, Samantha was right when she said you don’t have any manners!” she added. We calmed ourselves down because we promised we wouldn’t go back to the province to clean the pigsty for the piglets—it was too dirty. “So listen, you two!!” sh

Jenifer and I are always being scolded because, according to Mayora, we never do anything right.... When I fainted, they immediately carried me to my room and let me sleep soundly. But by 5:30 a.m, I was already on the first floor starting the endless mopping. Jen and I were both mopping and complaining nonstop because their mansion was so huge—it was really annoying. “Oh my God, we haven’t even put skincare on our faces yet. We’ll look so shabby if we stay here longer!” I complained to Jen. “Look, I’m so oily, d*mn it. We’re only on the first floor and it’s already taken us an hour and a half. When will we ever finish?” she said, almost crying. “Okay, uhmm… we should do what we did earlier. Think, deep breath, and exhale!” I told her, and it worked again for both of us. “So when are you going to finish there? You keep prioritizing your complaints. Don’t you know it’s in the rules that whatever is ordered of you, you must not complain?” Mayora said authoritatively to us.

I still can’t believe that my boss is the one I had a one-night stand with. It’s so hard to process because every time I see him, I remember that night. “Hey you, walk faster, don’t act stupid!” he said to me irritably. We were heading to the parking lot because we were going to a party. “Sorry sir, I’m embarrassed because of the high heels you gave me,” I said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes when he didn’t respond. He just walked to the side, opened the car door, and got in. So that’s it? He’s not even a gentleman! I opened the door too and slammed it shut. “You better know your place. Why did you slam the door of my car?” he said coldly. “I did not,” I replied, even though I did it on purpose just to annoy him. “Psh,” he muttered, then started the car and sped off towards the venue. “No holding hands, no sweet moments, and please keep one meter distance between us,” he said. My forehead creased at what he said. If I remind him how close we were that night, ma