روايات وقصص ضمن Boss Blues Driver Clone

The leather seat was cold and somehow, Chad seated next to her made the entire air freaking hot. Her boss was none other than Chad Steele, billionaire heir and Playboy of the city. He was a ruthless businessman and a cassanova. Chad Steele wasn't one to settle for anything, not even in business. Woman fell all over him and he had his daily pick. When Olivia had gotten an appointment letter from Steele Inc, she'd made herself a promise to stay away from her boss, but clearly fate has other plans. Somehow, she ended up his secretary after the last one resigned without reason and now, the very man she planned to avoid was in her face 24/7.

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

Johnmoore and Korede were driving behind them,in each of their cars. After a while,Dami drove at a much fast speed. He was loosing his patience. He didn't care if there was going to be an accident or anything. At Least his son wasn't in the car with them. Aisha opened her eyes in shock. "Dami stop the car"Aisha yelled,she was getting scared. She thought of holding his to make him stop but she couldn’t so he wouldn't lose more control.

The feeling of nothing holding my weight anywhere. The last clear picture I had was of myself standing in a hospital corridor with a termination letter and a burnout-syndrome diagnosis in my hands. Jared, freshly promoted to Director, was strolling out of the OB-GYN wing with his arm around Stephanie. He glanced at me. "Chloe. For old times' sake, I'll do you a favor." "There's still an electronics plant hiring out on the West Side. Assembly line work. Screwing bolts onto circuit boards. Should suit you at this point."

He said as he took off his jacket and wrapped it around my waist. I followed my boss out of the building. And let me tell you when I say that having people stare at me because I was so close to him, let alone wearing his clothing around my waist, was making me feel extremely uncomfortable. As we reached the street, a driver pulled up and Atlas opened the door for me to get in. We both sat in the back seat, next to each other, and I stared out the window. I was hoping to zone out. It was all I could do to distract myself from this hunk of a man sitting next to me. I heard him tell the driver of a business I’ve never been to, and we drove on to our first stop of many.

Inside the narrow red-carpeted space, the beast's size looked even more absurd, taking up almost half the elevator car. Upon reaching the deserted ground-floor lobby, Nichole strolled out to the taxi stand in front of the building. She opened the back door of a parked taxi. "Evening, sir," Nichole greeted casually. The taxi driver turned his head. His initially sleepy face instantly turned as pale as a sheet of paper. His eyes bulged in horror as he saw the black shadow with glowing eyes right behind Nichole. The driver let out a stifled scream, frantically stepped on the gas pedal, and sped off, his tires squealing loudly on the asphalt. The taxi door even slammed shut on its own because th

“Miss Claire, your ride awaits.” I hesitated before getting in, settling into the plush leather seats. The moment the door shut, the driver chuckled. “Quite the car, isn’t it?” I let out a breath, shaking my head. “I wasn’t expecting this.” He laughed, pulling the car smoothly onto the road. “Boss likes to make an impression.” I arched a brow. “Does he, now?” “Oh, very much,” the driver said, amusement lacing his tone. “He enjoys the finer things in life and believes those he associates with should as well.”

The driver was still heavily painting, as if the world was pounding on them. "Hmm. You have no idea who your boss is! You save his phone number with Boss and claim you don't know" Steven smile is a monster for killing an animal. He gave the signal to his boys, and they tied the driver's hand to the ground once more. "I haven't seen... I don't... know...him.... swear..." The driver's eyes welled up with tears. "You know what I mean. "Are you familiar with me?" Don Steven inquired, and he nodded.