How To Set Boundaries With A Male Neighbor After Revealing I'M A Female CEO?

Liliana Patrick, a twenty three years old timid and clumsy lady who lost everything in a blink of an eye. Suffer was an understatement in her case, she had nothing, no shelter, no friends, no family. But when she steps her leg in to Kings Company, she was introduced to another world she never knew about. Nicholas King, an example of rude and arrogant, cold, dominant, commanding and heartless. The thirty years took over his late father's property after he passed away, he shows no mercy to his workers, he can fire you with just a little mistake. But when his eyes roam her body as she walks into his office, he claimed her as his. I took a seat in front of him. "Good morning Sir-" I greeted but he cuts me off. "Did I ask you to seat?" His voice, so raspy, so deep, so sensual, so husky and so......British? I never knew the Kings were British. But what took my attention were those words he said. "Uhh....." I stood up immediately. "I'm sorry" I apologize but he looks angry or something. "You came sixteen minutes late, left my door opened, sat on the chair like you own the place" he snarled at me..... okay, Mr rude. "I.....I said I was sorry" I look away from him, he shuffle and his cologne filled my nostrils, sandalwood and lavender oil. "You are not to talk back till I ask you to. Sit" he ordered and I did. He grabs what looks like my resumè, he looks at me in an instant. His blue orbs holds no emotions in his eyes as he stares at me, but what was so intriguing was the fact that he's intimidating me really bad.

"I am more than just a CEO nextdoor. I am more than just your boss. I am your lover." Anna Jones' life became miserable when she was kicked out of the restaurant she was working at after having an altercation with a rude customer. Thankfully, her best friend since birth, Emily Smith, is always there to save her ass. She contacted a friend of hers to find Anna a job opportunity. However, just before the job opportunity arrives, Anna has an unfateful encounter with a stone-cold man living next door, who happened to have accidentally knocked her to the ground, left her, and did not even bother to say sorry. After accepting the job opportunity and testing her luck in the interview, will Anna continue to pursue work if she finds out that the man she got bumped with, the man who is rude, and is nonchalant, and is living just next door, is going to be her boss? Anna will venture into a vast array of emotions, test her decision-making, and find out to what extent she is willing to hold a grudge knowing that her soon-to-be boss, her most hated person in the world, will unexpectedly fall in love with her.

When my neighbor's daughter-in-law falls pregnant, my neighbor issues a few "decrees" in a group chat for all residents in the area. "Number 1: Anyone whose family has daughters has to avoid leaving the house when my daughter-in-law does. I don't want them to hurt my grandson! "Number 2: Every family has to purchase meat and expensive fruits once a week and present them to my daughter-in-law! "Number 3: After my grandson is born, I will bestow upon everyone the honor to bask in his fortune. Every family has to give us 300 dollars as a gift. I will personally visit each family that doesn't!" She even singles me out with a message. "Unit 401, I want you to immediately stop feeding stray cats. I'll also give you three days to get rid of your cat! My daughter-in-law is scared of cats, and the creatures are covered in germs. What if she catches a virus from your cat when she goes downstairs for a walk? What if you hurt my grandson? "I command you to immediately bring me one thousand dollars as a deposit and guarantee. If I catch you feeding stray cats one more time, I'll confiscate the money!" I transfer 20 thousand dollars to her, yet she grovels at my feet and begs me to take the money back.

“I want to crush that stubborn pride of yours. That fierce independence? I’m going to strip it away until you only look at me.” “You are insane,” I spat, trying to push against his iron chest. His large hands wrapped securely around my waist, lifting me effortlessly onto the cold executive desk, pinning me so I couldn't move an inch. His thumb brushed over my bottom lip, his dark eyes burning into mine.“ I spent six months listening to you through those thin walls, Ann. Hearing your voice, your anger, your breath. You think I’m going to let you walk away now that you’re finally under my roof?” Before I could scream, his mouth crashed onto mine, his teeth digging lightly into my bottom lip. I gasped at the sudden rush of heat, and he used the opportunity to deepen the kiss, completely consuming my senses. When fiercely independent Ann Sterling is forced by financial desperation to take a secretarial position at Vance International, she expects a grueling corporate job. What she doesn’t expect is to find that her new billionaire boss is "Arthur"—the arrogant, insufferable neighbor she spent six months fighting with in a low-rent apartment building. Adrian Vance, a cold tech tycoon hiding under a false identity to track down a corporate spy, committed to a fake playboy facade just to protect his empire. But when Ann unwittingly uncovers the dangerous leak, she is thrust straight into the crosshairs of a ruthless enemy. Forced into a high-security lockdown inside Adrian’s luxury penthouse, their bitter rivalry explodes into uninhibited, possessive desire. Moving from enemies to lovers, the two must navigate a deadly game of corporate espionage where her safety, his empire, and a love neither can deny are all on the line.

On her wedding anniversary, Esme's husband demands a divorce He accuses "You got promoted because you slept with your boss!" Esme decides to invite her boss to a bar as a form of revenge. To her surprise, the sexy single dad actually shows up— and soon moves in next door with his two daughters...

Someone @'d me on Nextdoor. "Hey, penthouse girl. You're single. What do you need a whole rooftop garden for? My husband's throwing a party. We'll be needing it starting tomorrow." "Don't worry, we'll give you two hundred bucks a month for upkeep. You'll make a couple hundred for doing jack shit. You should be thrilled." I stared at the screen. It was a joke. I was Don Ricci's heir, groomed to run the South Side. But I traded that life for a paintbrush. This apartment was my sanctuary, my quiet place. That rooftop garden wasn't some building perk. It was mine. I'd paid half a million cash for the deed when I bought the place. I turned it into my sunroom studio. And now someone thinks they can have it for two hundred bucks a month? I replied with two words: "Dream on." I didn't expect the building manager and two security guards at my door the next day. Someone had filed a complaint about me "misusing community resources." And now, for the sake of "neighborly harmony," they were demanding my keys. Fine. They wanted to throw civility out the window? They were about to learn what real power felt like.