Boss Deeper And Deeper Novels & Stories

A man worth millions in corporate assets, CEO of a logistics empire, educated at Yale, and he was on the floor like a dog, head bowed. She stood by the window, pouring bourbon into a square glass. Her silhouette cut against the city skyline like a blade forged in fire. Her heels clicked as she walked to him, sharp and cold like everything about her. “Take off your clothes,” Selene Voss said. He obeyed. Each button, each motion, was trembling reverence. He was older, mid-thirties, thick jaw, strong chest but he looked smaller beneath her. Stripped of his power. Naked not just in body but in desperation.

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Juna pushed her, really pushed her. "Ah ... please ..." Cheryl shouted even louder. The view is beautiful, with the vast ocean not there. Below, there are only sharp rocks, and the atmosphere is stuffy, damp and dark. There are many snakes. "Ah ... please ... mum ..." "Mummy, please ... please ..." Cheryl suddenly felt her cheeks hot and sore. "Cheryl ... wake up, Cheryl." Rose shook her best friend. The girl was restless. Sweat soaked her body, even though the air conditioner had been running continuously. Cheryl shuffled nervously as she deliriously said help.

Chuckling, he answers, "I got you some help, don't worry. You'd have to live here if I required you to do it alone." We drive up to this beautiful tinted glass skyscraper. The Black Corporation International is engraved on the top of the building. It's state of the art. There's a gang of people awaiting our arrival. I'm the design director. After they acknowledge Tristan, he discreetly backs away as everyone honors their boss, Ms. Jade Warring. I'm thrust into a leadership role I can't possibly handle alone. I'm getting overwhelmed as the people give me their suggestions when a young man enters and sits next to me.

She heard the sound of the guys' laughter and that was the last thing she remembered before everything turned dark. X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X X ~ COLTON ~ “Fucking hell!” Colton banged his fist to the metal door and clenched his jaw. He knew these parties well and the basement was always the worst place to be in. The first floor area was where people would mingle and party and the upper level was where couples would go to have sex. But the basement… that was where the illegal stuff would go down.

The cars gradually went towards the forest, the inside was extremely murky, and the road was not even. Jennifer was shaken awake, she suddenly looked at the night around. "Boss, can't go anymore." Will looked at the situation ahead and informed Ivan once. "Okay, let's get going." Ivan calmly replied, taking Jennifer's hair and stroking it up and down. Jennifer didn't know what we were going to do but was terrified by the scene outside. The mysterious black business cars are slowly being transformed into battle vehicles, underneath powerful armored engines appear, and the car like a scarab rushes into battle.

" A shot resounded in the air And Jeffrey fell onto the ground, his fingers moved as he began to use his nails to crawl out of there. Unfortunately, the figure in the shadows grabbed the man by his curly brown hair his eyes pierced through the bullet hole in his stomach. A grin of satisfaction took over the boss's lips. " I wouldn't let you die so easily" and fired the other round into his arm. A mixture of blood and water oozed out, staining the tile's floor. Upon seeing this, the boss frown. He picked up the almost lifeless body by his hair, with fingers digging into his scalps, and slammed him into the wall. The boss lifts the lifeless body intill is dangling then drops it unto the floor.

When I get home I get through my night just as I predicted, bath, dinner: bed then Netflix. Half way through an episode of The prodigal son, I find my self bored out of my mind. I just can’t seem to get my mind to settle. “I need sex” I say to the empty room and naturally my hand snakes down to my pussy over my pyjamas . And my she’s so hot, I can feel my pussy’s heat through my pyjama pants.

It’s a shadow I can’t escape, no matter how fast I walk, no matter how far I go. And as I walk down the sidewalk, I feel the undeniable weight of something dark pressing against me. The kind of dark that doesn’t just disappear. It lingers. Watches. Waits. And I know, with a certainty I can't shake, that whatever this is—whatever has started—it’s only just begun. Alessandro's POV