All Chapters of A CONTRACT WITH MY MONSTER BOSS : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Isabel“Damn, who lets a mess get this bad?” A disbelieving little laugh escapes my lips as I take in the pigsty someone made out of the middle of this softly decorated room.There are papers scattered across the entire hardwood floor, everything from printer paper to what looks like used toilet paper.Open folders form chaotic trails between the main desk and the tall shelves, packed with documents threatening to collapse at any moment.I also see plenty of dirty mugs, but the worst part is the dozens of food containers giving off a rotten smell that turns my stomach.“I bet the assistant did this on purpose the moment he found out he was getting fired. I can't believe he worked in the middle of this on a regular basis!” I mutter, shaking my head as I pull a big black trash bag out of the cart.I start with the obvious.I toss every food container, disposable cup, and the toilet paper that's actually been used into the bag, filling it up much faster than I expected.I set the torn pa

IsabelI open my eyes when the sunlight hits my face and close them again right away, absolutely certain I've been run over by five trucks in a row, given how much my head hurts.Mercy. What happened to leave me like this?The brutal migraine brings a deep wave of nausea with it, and I end up rolling across the bed until I get my head hanging off the mattress, out of range of throwing up on the cheap sheets I bought with my first paycheck as a cleaning girl.Was I mugged on my way home?I try to take a deep breath to remember what could have left me in this state, and when I finally work up the courage to open my eyes again, I get even more confused, since I find all my clothes scattered across the grimy floor of the small apartment I share with Marieta, another cleaning girl at the Red House.Was it a break-in, and they ended up hitting me too?The idea seems plausible for exactly two seconds, until my brain starts working just enough to realize there's no reason anyone would want to

RazorThe saleswoman understood exactly what I wanted the moment we stepped into the tiny pink boutique, filled with clothes so delicate and adorable that they stirred a strange mix of amusement, fascination, and arousal inside me.I never imagined I'd set foot in a place like this, but I have to admit... I'm actually enjoying the experience. Especially thanks to the attentive saleswoman, who picked out outfits capable of bringing any Alpha to his knees.Skin-tight dresses.Pencil skirts that were far too short.Blouses that hugged Isabel's generous breasts without the slightest hint of modesty, tempting me beyond anything words could describe...Isabel stepped out of the fitting room for the fifth time, and the flush covering her cheeks, paired with the tension in her shoulders, made it obvious she was trying not to think about how every piece looked as though it had been tailored directly onto her body."This is way too tight. I think you brought the wrong size," she murmured to the

IsabelMy hands tremble as the crowd of Alphas files into my office, but I hide them beneath the desk, pretending it's perfectly normal to be surrounded by so many enormous, wild, fur-covered monsters.Well...Technically, it is normal now.It's been three days since I was forced to work for Razor, and even though I've been taking two doses of Mutea a day instead of one—and paying the price with dizziness, nausea, and an almost constant headache—I can't honestly say it's a bad job.The pay is incredible.Insanely incredible.More than enough for me to buy my own luxury clothes...If Razor hadn't already done it for me without even asking.I'm no longer exhausted from scrubbing endless hallways until my arms burn. I spend most of my day sitting at a desk, organizing schedules, filtering meetings, and dealing with bureaucratic tasks that are actually kind of fun—especially when I get to dump the difficult people onto my perpetually irritated boss.I also don't have to fear the Lykaris g