Boss Bride Days Novels & Stories

I’m left in the room with my pulse racing and my thoughts clawing at me. Tomorrow. Tomorrow I’ll be his wife. And there’s nothing I can do to stop it. *** It’s the day of the wedding. I wake queasy, my stomach turning before my eyes even open. For a moment, I lie still, hoping it’s a dream, that if I don’t move the world will fold back and I’ll be in my own bed at home. But when I sit up, reality is douced over me like cold water. Today isn’t just another day. Today, I’m supposed to be someone’s bride.

Zac's eyes flicked around before hypocritically advising, "Lana, Cruz must be joking! He still cares about you. Otherwise, why would he prepare such a grand wedding? Look, he can't just bring any woman to upset you on such a joyous occasion! Lana, quickly explain to Cruz that everything you posted on social media was just to provoke him and for show! Don't let this make you late!" Lana instantly believed Zac, and her arrogant expression returned. She gazed triumphantly at me, acting like she had everything in the bag. "Cruz, you think you can provoke me by bringing any woman here? Not a chance! If you don't agree to my terms, I won't marry you today!"

My name was Chandler Poe. I worked at a small company run by a married couple. The boss's wife, Irene Peters, sat right next to me. Every day, she showed up in tight pencil skirts, her long legs impossible to ignore. The worst part was that she loved slipping off her heels. She would just stretch out her soft, stockinged feet and sway them in front of me. I was a young guy. There was only so much I could take. Today, I finally cracked and rushed into the restroom to deal with it.

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One of the girls had taken a photo of the two as the boss held the girls hand and them walking towards the elevator and by the time Ansel and Denise were getting out of the elevator on his floor, the photo was already in the company's gossip page. Everyone was speculating who the girl was with some guessing that she might be their new boss lady and others saying that it couldn't be the truth since they had never seen their boss dating. But whatever was happening, the day had surely brightened for some and darkened for others who thought they had a chance with their boss at the Imperial Corporation. But they couldn't lose hope until they heard of a wedding. The three secretaries on his floor

he began casually, "your welcoming party is in two days, by the way." My eyes widened in surprise and excitement. "Really? Oh my god," I exclaimed, feeling a rush of anticipation. "I need to buy a new dress! Will I have time after work tomorrow? Nooooo, what do I do?" Zaylen chuckled warmly, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "Don't worry, I got this. I already got you a dress as a gift." I turned to him in awe, feeling a surge of gratitude. "You are the best," I said sincerely, touched by his thoughtfulness.

Greg and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes before we heard Boss clap his hands and announce that it was five minutes to “showtime” “Check you later,” Greg said, putting out his fist for me to fistbump as he moved to his place with the other bouncer on duty. The club quickly filled up, although it definitely wasn't as busy as the night before. There was a rowdy bachelorette party in one of the private booths, and a pair of twins who were celebrating their twenty second birthday, but other than that, there wasn't anything overly crazy. I'd just passed a tray to one of the hostesses to take to the bachelorette table when Boss came up to the bar. “Cassie, one bottle of whiskey, two glas

I rub my left temple, my curly blonde hair quickly becoming tangled in my fingers. “Moving on!” Annie instructs, waving her perfectly manicured hand at Lily. Then, touching my hand on the sticky bar, Annie states seriously, “Esme, if I were you, I’d go to your boss’ house and sleep with him. Now.” I roll my eyes as I give the two women a sad smile. “Come on, my boss isn’t like you, guys. He’s a family man. He’s got a lot of responsibilities on his plate.” “Uh, isn’t your boss single now?” Lily questions.

Pain washed over her face, emotional, mental, everything all at once. “Mark, you just don’t understand,” she whispered, voice cracking. “I quit because… my boss is a real monster.” “Shut up!” Mark roared. “Your boss is a monster?” She nodded gently. “No,” he hissed, stepping closer. “I’m gonna remind you who you really… really should be afraid of.” He shoved past her, heading for the back seat of the car. She watched helplessly as he grabbed the bottle of the beer he had gotten, hit everything on the floor and all the bottles broke, spilling drinks everywhere.

Smith’ There romance life was pretty unexpected. Here I am staring down at my journal writing about Mr. and Mrs. Smith. I feel ridiculous. Is it fine to want something different than others? I am still not sure. But I am hoping that the hunting party will pave a wonderful way for me and Shawn. Came Friday MC prepared a beautiful black dress. It was slightly lower than my knees and it had no sleeves. She gave me black hills to match the dress and a pretty little hand bag. I wore my hair down and a pretty little necklace that had a little crown on it that my brother had bought for me on my tenth birthday.