After Marrying My Boss Novels & Stories

he groaned, "you must have been so scared." His cuteness caused Maria to chuckle, his duality was insane, sometimes he acted no older than four-year-old, and other times, she could swear he was the devil in disguise. "I'd like to leave if that's all...I might beat you into a pulp if I stayed any longer." "You must like that you haven't no work to do since you're getting married to your boss." "Well, it's not my fault my boss fell in love with me," she winked as she flipped her hair, "text me the details for tomorrow. Now I gotta go prepare for my wedding."

“Try escaping the biggest egomaniac in the business world. My boss.” “Ah,” he said knowingly. “The nightmare boss. Classic. You know what I’ve got?” He leaned back on his stool, signalling for a drink. “The boring fiancée my parents are desperate for me to marry. Lovely woman. Sweet as them sugar cookies. But God, talking to her is like watching paint dry up on a wall.” I blinked, caught off guard by the blunt honesty. “You’re complaining about marriage while I’m drowning in a job that’s slowly driving me insane. That’s rich.”

I decided to drink with her. "Pour a glass for me," I said to her, and took out another glass from the cabinet. She poured me a drink, then we clicked our glasses together. "It was just stupid, and my boss has been hitting on me for ages. We had sex once, and he is married, so I do not want to go after a married man," she said, and I pressed my lips in a hard line after taking a sip from my glass.

I say carefully. A huge smile crosses his face—and I hate that I’m about to make it disappear. I don’t want him to think I don’t want this. I do. And I appreciate everything he’s done. But we haven’t even been married for six months, and I just started this job. And I’m the boss. Even if I only got the role because I married Dante, I’m fucking good at it. I can’t slack. “And I definitely think we could plan that for a Christmas vacation,” I add sheepishly.

“All those girls I have a crush on are totally no match for her, okay? Even if it’s an actress standing beside our boss, she’ll be shadowed by the radiance of her smile.” “Our boss is not a human being. She’s more like a shimmering star, isn’t she? I’m in love with her!” “Sh*t, I heard our boss is already married… Why is she married at such a young age?” “Her husband must be really happy to have such a charming wife. I envy her husband so badly…” The players could not stop discussing their new boss. The excitement in their tone was only amplified with each word they spoke. After they ended that round of Rank, all of them tacitly took out their phones and logged onto Weibo to express their fe

Been out of work for just a week and already dreading being poor in case I never get another job. How did I lose my old job then? Well let's say, I had an affair with my former boss. Turns out he was secretly married with two kids. His wife found out before I did. The man ended it with me but couldn't cut me loose. 'She's one sure bet for this company when it comes to sales. I swear we are keeping it professional. I'll even transfer her office to another floor .' My former boss used these beautiful words to secure his marriage.

She blinked confusedly at me, waiting for me to throw more light on what she'd just heard. I just looked away with my lips pursed, choosing to ignore her befuddled expression. I already have enough in my mind to worry about her confused state. "Kat, you're joking, right? Don't tell me that you actually agreed to get married to your boss?" "It's not a big deal, Hannah. It's not as if it's a real marriage." I shot back, shrugging my shoulders like I wasn't bothered. But deep down, I was dying with the thought of having to go through this fake marriage with my boss.

She whispered as she scooted closer to me, eyes filled with warmth. “Not yet. I don't think I want to tell him. He is getting married next month.” The reality hurt so much that I felt my eyes sting with another round of tears. When she didn't say anything, I knew she wanted me to say more. “He is my boss and I work as his PA. I have this attraction to him. I don't know. But we ended up having sex, twice, and now, ” I sniffed. “Now, we are barely talking. He is getting married and his wife, I will get to see her almost every time. I don't know if I can live with that.” I sighed and drew my knees up so I could rest my head on it.

Damian must have known that already, but here he was doing something that made me feel self-conscious. In my head, I was willing him to leave. I didn’t want my workmates to see me talking to the boss like we were friends. We are not. Yes, you are not friends because you married the man. His name might not be what was in the marriage certificate, but it was him you got married to that day. It was him you exchanged rings with and kissed thoroughly. My mind argued. I wanted to shut the image down, but I couldn't. The image was stuck in my head.

Married to my boss. I was just barely pulling myself together after everything. A few months ago, I was a carefree, happy-go-lucky girl. The kind of person who thought life would always be good because my family had my back. I never imagined I’d end up here, agreeing to marry my boss, fake or not. But how could I say no? I was indebted to him. And in exchange for my so-called freedom, I agreed to this arranged marriage. Now, here I was, sitting in his room, listening as he calmly laid out the rules of this so-called arrangement.