Novel & Cerita Boss Bride Days

"Sure" I could sense she was feeling a little awkward, nervous even. I knew for a fact that this wasn't the sort of thing she was used to... waking up to a man on her couch, naked, let alone an employee. "So, last night was pretty fun. Who knew the boss was such a party girl?", I teased to ease the tension. She almost flinched at the mention of her title. "Hmm" "So that really wasn't your scene?" "A dark, stinking hole of a club in the dirty streets of NYC? No, I'm more of an uptown girl"

"What in heaven's name are you doing here?" "I came to see—no hear your voice and don't open the door because if you do, I'm f*cking you so hard that our wedding day will have to be postponed." Lexie smirked. "I wouldn't mind." Zheme groaned out, he should've known threatening her with sex would do anything but turn her on, yet he continued. "I swear to god Lexie, I'm gonna bend you over the dresser and...and..." "And nothing." An arm latched onto his, pulling him without restraint away from the door. "It's time!"

she said as she began to take off the black dress, "I think everything we got yesterday is fine." Megan went back to her seat. "Yeah, well I know that but today is your first day. You have to look real good. You're going to be introduced to the rest of the staff, you know… and how are you going to impress that new boss of yours. You said he was a hottie."

I'll be done in 30 minutes. I ran into the shower and in less than 15 minutes the room was a whirlwind of stylists and makeup artists, everyone trying to get me ready before the grumpy boss knocked on the door. I was buffed, painted, poked and prodded, I could barely recognize my own reflection in the mirror. I looked better than Cinderella after her fairy God mother came along with the Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo trick. I look breathtaking, if I was a man, I'd probably get lost in all my beauty.

“Oh, come on! It’ll make them squirm! That is, If their hearts haven’t been eaten by termites. At least their stomachs will twist a little.” “Zoe—” “Nope. You’re going.” Isabella stared at the invitation, the corner of her mouth twitching. “You realize Vincent Sinclair, Our boss might be there, right? The last thing I need is to embarrass him again.” Zoe smirked, sipping her water through the straw. “You mean the same Vincent Sinclair whose arms were around you in those pictures?” Isabella turned crimson. “Zoe! I told you it was all a hoax.” “Fine, fine.” Zoe waved a hand, all faux innocence. “You can go for the free champagne, then.”

Let him watch as she unbuttoned her blouse slowly, as she stepped out of her skirt and folded it carefully, as she unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. She’d learned his rhythms the way he’d learned hers. Fridays were gentle. Easing her back into submission after days of independence. He’d touch her slowly, worship her body with his hands and mouth, bring her to orgasm before ever entering her. He understood that she needed time to transition, to shed the professional armor she wore all week, to remember how to let go. Saturdays were more intense.

As I sat there, watching the workers move around swiftly, I couldn’t help but notice how the shop was filled with an array of beautiful gowns, each more stunning than the last. The day after tomorrow was the big day - my wedding day. I couldn't believe it was finally happening. Gabby and I had been planning this day for what felt like forever, and now it was almost here. Since the delivery was running a bit late, I decided to look around the shop instead, while I sipped on the champagne that they had provided. I had just been to a cake tasting earlier with Gabby before we separated, and the alcohol seemed blissful after all the cakes I had consumed.

“ Good day, America. I've been trying to get busy bee, Soraya Wayne, on our show for a couple of weeks now, and it hasn't been easy. We were able to get her on the show today, so please help me welcome the prettiest, hardest working CEO and, oh, the Jersey City bachelorette, Soraya Wayne." Cecelia Vega called as Soraya strutted onto the stage like a runway model. As she took her seat, she smiled and waved to her audience.

The server nodded and seemed to ask him something, to which the Boss replied with a short nod. "Mmm? What did you want?" still in a dreamy state, her voice husky, she asked The Boss what he wanted with the server. Oh, nothing for me to worry about? Sure. The song had almost come to its end when a lady appeared at their table and handed the Boss a beautiful bouquet of flowers with a courteous smile. The Boss took it from her hand and mouthed a thank you. He then presented the bouquet to Gina, "For you, Gina. To complement that beautiful dress you have on you. I like it," he said simply, with a smile. Oh! First, you ask me to have dinner here and now flowers, too?