All Chapters of My Bastard Boss Wants Me In His Bed: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

~~ETHEL~~I didn’t sign up for this.When I got hired as the Personal Assistant of Keanu Martell one year ago, I didn’t expect delivering break-up souvenirs to become part of my job description.And yet here I was.I had just had a card and a box of chocolates delivered to the latest victim of my boss. The card simply read:‘It was good while it lasted, but this is the end of our arrangement.’Yep, that was Keanu Martell. He dated a different woman every other month, until he got tired of them. Then he would have a break-up souvenir sent to them to end the relationship.This was the eighth break-up souvenir I had sent this year.But well, what did I care? Those women knew exactly what they were getting themselves into, so I had no pity for them.All I cared about was that I was paid for doing my job. And God knew I needed the money badly.Shaking my head, I returned my attention to the report I was reviewing. Martell Corporation’s latest venture was killing it on the stock market.Thi

~~ETHEL~~The moment my lips touched Keanu’s, his whole body went rigid. For a moment, I was sure he was going to shove me away. He didn’t. Instead, I felt his hand on the back of my head as he deepened the kiss, our lips melding. It was like zaps of electric current shooting through my veins. His tongue brushed over my lips, but just as I was about to open up, a high-pitched shriek broke through the moment. “What the fuck?!” I broke the kiss, but I didn’t look at Max. My gaze remained on Keanu, my heart thumping inside my chest. His eyes were dark, unreadable. I was beginning to question the wisdom of what I’d just done. I had just kissed my boss without his consent to piss my ex-boyfriend off. What the fuck was wrong with me? I was definitely getting fired.“What the fuck, Ethel?” Max screeched again, his voice filled with indignation. “Did you just kiss another man in front of me?”I finally looked at him, my irritation bouncing back. “Should I get you glasses so you can be s

~~KEANU~~ I never intended to fuck my personal assistant. No, I wasn’t blind. She was one of the sexiest women I’d ever come across. I knew it the first day she stepped into my office for that interview, when all I could think about afterwards was bending her over my desk and taking her from behind. But I’d controlled myself. I’d held myself back because she had been too innocent and pure, and she was damn good at her job. The best assistant I’d ever had. Even when she blatantly told me to my face yesterday that there was nothing I could do to ever make her want me to fuck her, I’d held on to that control. But after last night... Goddamn, after that kiss, how was I supposed to keep my hands to myself? That kiss had awakened every fucking sense in my body, and right then I knew that I wanted more of those kisses. I wanted more than the kisses. I wanted to fuck her. Possess her. Ruin her. Especially now that I was sure she wanted me too. And now she was trapped betwee

~~Ethel~~ “You’re going to be my fiancée.” I nearly choked on my own saliva, clamping my lips and covering my mouth to prevent the catastrophe. But my wide eyes stared back at Keanu. “Are you okay?” Keanu questioned, his brows pulled together in confusion, like he didn’t just say the most insane thing to me. Picking up the glass of water he had set on the table earlier, I took a generous sip, then set it back down. “I’m fine,” I nodded. “But I’m not sure I heard you right.” Keanu braced his hand on the edge of the kitchen island, making no attempt to step back from me. He was so tall that I was eye level with his sinfully toned chest and abs. Just a little flick of my eyes downward, and I could see the prominent curve of his dick bulging through the towel. “Eyes up here, Ethel.” Knowing amusement filled Keanu’s voice as I met his eyes again. “I believe you heard me perfectly. You’re going to be my fiancée.” I opened my mouth, ready to ask if ‘fiancée’ was some

~~KEANU~~ "...and we will utilize targeted ads to get to our target market which will save on cost by a whole lot as well as generate a lot of revenue as has been projected." The younger man sitting across my desk—Thomas—rambled on with his pitch while I scanned through the report, assessing the graphs and charts illustrated. It wasn't bad work by any shot. Quite adequate actually, but it just wasn't up to my expectations. Setting the tablet down, I slowly pushed it across the desk to him. He picked it up and visibly swallowed. I could tell how much my approval meant to him. But business wasn't established with coddled feelings. It was done with facts, effectiveness and efficiency. Forming my fingers into a steeple, I looked straight at him. "Is this really the best you and your team can come up with?" His expression fell. I'd just crushed his confidence. I wondered if he was like some of the rest of my employees who called me difficult behind my back simply because I exp